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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
Vocals
Jp Beats
Jp Beats
Programming
Dasda
Dasda
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Anthony Provencio
Joseph Anthony Provencio
Songwriter
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Songwriter
Sina Dadashi
Sina Dadashi
Songwriter
Victor M. Meadows
Victor M. Meadows
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
G. "Fly" Henry
G. "Fly" Henry
Executive Producer
John Horesco
John Horesco
Mastering Engineer
Keith Dawson
Keith Dawson
Mixing Engineer
Jp Beats
Jp Beats
Producer
Ja'juan Wilder
Ja'juan Wilder
Recording Engineer
Dasda
Dasda
Producer
YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(What's up, JP?)
(Is that Dasda?)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Like a **** cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer
I take all you pussy ****, it got me feeling like Montana
Help a **** go viral, I'ma kill an opp on camera
Put a big bag on you, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, ****
Make 'em famous, breaking news, every channel, ****
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 **** like a camera
[Verse 1]
**** dyin' 'bout my gang, I put that on Jesus sandals
**** 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 them shots go out, they turning into Sanders
Make them 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 **** like a video in front of the store
[Chorus]
Like a **** cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer
I take all you pussy ****, it got me feeling like Montana
Help a **** go viral, I'ma kill an opp on camera
Put a big bag on you, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, ****
Make 'em famous, breaking news, every channel, ****
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 **** like a camera
[Verse 2]
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
**** talkin' like you wanna box, we don't do no one-on-one
**** play and get shot in your shit, we don't do no one-on-one
Dick-ridin', that's the reason all these **** dyin'
We get active on sight, that's why these **** still hidin'
Reload, I'm feelin' like Tony with that tommy gun
Opp catcher, I'm the one these pussy **** 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]
Like a **** cookin' dope, you see my arm, you see that hammer
I take all you pussy ****, it got me feeling like Montana
Help a **** go viral, I'ma kill an opp on camera
Put a big bag on you, now you walkin' 'round like Santa, ****
Make 'em famous, breaking news, every channel, ****
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 **** like a camera
Written by: Joseph Anthony Provencio, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett, Sina Dadashi, Victor M. Meadows
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