On Camera

[Intro: Bop Menaxe]

(What's up, JP?)

(Is that Dasda?)

Yeah

[Chorus: Bop Menaxe]

Like a nigga cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer

I take all you pussy niggas, it got me feeling like Montana

Help a nigga go viral, I'ma kill an opp on camera

Put a big bag on you, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, nigga

Make 'em famous, breaking news, every channel, nigga

Catch an opp, kill his ass on camera

Who wanna play? Step on these roaches like Montana

Up that glizzy, then I flash on a nigga like a camera

[Verse 1: Bop Menaxe & YFN Lucci]

Niggas dyin' 'bout my gang, I put that on Jesus sandals

Niggas beggin' for the smoke, I'ma take 'em out like cancer

Swear they stiff until them shots go out, they turnin' into dancers

They swear they stiff until thеm shots go out, they turning into Sanders

Make thеm boys run in your house and hold your mom for ransom

Ayy, I got ninety-nine problems and I already know which one gon' handle

Look, hit him in the head, I had to show him an example

We got chicken, we got 'bows, but we ain't givin' out no samples

Down bad without his gang, that's a selfie, let me snap him

Catch him comin' out the studio late night, we finna wrap him

If you with that dirty bitch, you know we killin' a ho

Shoot a nigga like a video in front of the store

[Chorus: Bop Menaxe]

Like a nigga cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer

I take all you pussy niggas, it got me feeling like Montana

Help a nigga go viral, I'ma kill an opp on camera

Put a big bag on you, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, nigga

Make 'em famous, breaking news, every channel, nigga

Catch an opp, kill his ass on camera

Who wanna play? Step on these roaches like Montana

Up that glizzy, then I flash on a nigga like a camera

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci & Bop Menaxe]

Ayy, it don't take nothin' but some money to get 'em gone, press the button

It don't take nothin' but a hotbox and a fully loaded gun

Nigga talkin' like you wanna box, we don't do no one-on-one

Nigga play and get shot in your shit, we don't do no one-on-one

Dick-ridin', that's the reason all these niggas dyin'

We get active on sight, that's why these niggas still hidin'

Reload, I'm feelin' like Tony with that tommy gun

Opp catcher, I'm the one these pussy niggas runnin' from

I'm feelin' like John Wick, two Glocks, I don't need sticks

Play and get your wig split, we gon' handle business

We gon' use a chopper, cuttin' ties to all the witness

If you make that court date, we gon' arrange your death date

[Chorus: Bop Menaxe]

Like a nigga cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer

I take all you pussy niggas, it got me feeling like Montana

Help a nigga go viral, I'ma kill an opp on camera

Put a big bag on you, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, nigga

Make 'em famous, breaking news, every channel, nigga

Catch an opp, kill his ass on camera

Who wanna play? Step on these roaches like Montana

Up that glizzy, then I flash on a nigga like a camera