Pop Smoke – Bout A Million

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The cheapest ring on my body cost a hunnid (yeah)
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
Look
Run down (run down), tag ’em (tag ’em)
I give ’em twenty if he catch ’em (catch ’em)
.44 (.44), blast him (blast him)
Hit ’em up, then I’m dancin’ (baow)
I’m poppin’ (poppin’), I’m flashy (flashy)
The bitches love me ’cause I’m catchy, yeah (catchy)
Bad bitch (bad bitch), sassy (sassy)
She got that fire like a dragon (dragon)
Look, big body, wagon (huh)
I remember I ain’t have it (huh)
Twenty-one, I’m a savage (I’ma a savage)
I got twenty-one in the carats (carats)
Throwin’ bullets (bullets)
Throwin’ bullets like I’m Madden (huh)
Leave that nigga in a casket
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hunnid (yeah)
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hunnid (yeah)
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (yeah)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood
For all my niggas, for all my niggas baow, bitch
Blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks
We still steppin’, we still stretch shit
What’s on me? A FN, a FN, a F&N
Took my bitch up out the Taurus, put her in a Benz
That bitch there ain’t worth a quarter, I fuck with tens
Right after she said, “I couldn’t”, I fucked again
Earrings on me look like boogers, bitch, I’m worth some M’s
21, bang, do whatever for the gang (on God)
Nudy gon’ pop out with that stick and I know that he won’t say a name (shh)
Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin’ for fame (pussy)
Ain’t no secret, big 4L, them fuckboys know what I claim (pussy)
Richard Mille, cost a lot it show, but (21)
Four-five, make you do the hold up (21)
Pop smoke, gun smoke, same thang (same thang)
I’m on the slops, eatin’ cold cuts (cut)
Say you got a body, nigga, so what? (21)
Terrorize shit, we got a whole bunch (bitch)
None of my opps ain’t on nothin’ (pussy)
You broke ass bitches got one gun (21, 21)
She get so wet and she slippery (slippery)
She screamin’ and yellin’, “Put dick in me” (21)
Most of these jewelers is sick of me (21)
Savage spend money ridiculously (on God)
I ain’t with all of the bickery (straight up)
They disappear, I know trickery (straight up)
He made a diss and it tickle me (on God)
I don’t let bullshit get to me (21)
Switches on the Glocks, rest in piss to all my opps (21)
We treat beef like albums, nigga, all that shit get dropped (on God)
I ain’t got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch (pussy, 21)
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hunnid (yeah)
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (yeah) (made a quarter)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood (on God)
The cheapest ring on my body cost a hunnid (yeah)
I got ’bout a million worth in jewels
Look, I made a quarter up in London (yeah)