(What's up JP)
(Is that Dasda?)

Yeah
Like a nigga cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer
I take all you pussy niggas that got me feelin' like Montana
Help a nigga go viral, I'ma kill a opp on camera
Put a big bag on ya, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, nigga
Paper famous, breakin' 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

Nigga dyin' 'bout my gang, I put that on Jesus sandals
Nigga beggin' for the smoke, I'ma take 'em out like cancer
Swear they stiff until them shots go off, they turnin' into dancers
They swear they stiff until them shots go off, they turnin' into sandals
Make them boys run in yo' house and hold yo' mom for ransom
Ayy, I got ninety-nine problems and I already know which one I'm gon' handle
Look, hit him in the head I had to show him an example
We got chicken, we got boba, 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' the hoe
Shoot a nigga like a video in front of the store

Like a nigga cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer
I take all you pussy niggas that got me feelin' like Montana
Help a nigga go viral, I'ma kill a opp on camera
Put a big bag on ya, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, nigga
Paper famous, breakin' 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

Look, ayy, it don't take nothin' but some money to get gone 'em press the button
It don't take nothin' but a hotbox and a fully loaded gun
Nigga talkin' like you wanna bop, won't do no one on one
Nigga playin', get shot in yo' shit, won't do no one on one
Big 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
Playin get yo' wig split, we gon' handle business
We gon use a choppa, cuttin' ties with all the witness
If you make that court date, we gon' arrange your death date

Like a nigga cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer
I take all you pussy niggas that got me feelin' like Montana
Help a nigga go viral, I'ma kill a opp on camera
Put a big bag on ya, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, nigga
Paper famous, breakin' 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

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Joseph Anthony Provencio, Rayshawn L. Bennett, Sina Dadashi, Victor M. Meadows