Bout A Million - Pop Smoke, 21 Savage, 42 Dugg

Look, run down, tag 'em

I give 'em twenty if he catch 'em

Forty-four, blast 'em

Hit 'em up, then I’m dashin'

I’m poppin', I’m flashin'

The bitches love me 'cause I’m catchin'

Bad bitch, sassy

She got that fire like a dragon

Big body wagon

I remember I ain’t have it

Twenty-one, I’m a savage, I got twenty-one in the carriage

Throwin' bullets, throwin' bullets like I’m magic

Leave that nigga in a casket

The ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (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 ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (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

All my niggas, all my niggas bow, bitch

Blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks

We still steppin', we still stretch shit

What’s on me?

a F and, a F and, a F and N

Took my bitch up out a 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

Nudy gon' pop out with that stick and I know that he won’t say a name

Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin' for fame

Ain’t no secret, big 4Ls, fuckboys know what I claim

Richard Mille, copped without a show box

Four five make you do the holdup

Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang

I’m on the block slingin' cold cuts

Say you got a body, nigga, so what?

Terrorize shit, we got a whole bunch

None of my opps ain’t on nothin'

Broke ass bitches got one gun

She get so wet and she slippery

She screamin' and yellin', «Put dick in me»

Most of these jewelers is sick of me

Savage spend money ridiculously

I ain’t with all of the bickery

They disappear I know trickery

He made a diss and it tickle me

I don’t let bullshit get to me

Switches on the Glocks

Rest in piss to all my opps

We treat beef like albums, nigga, all that shit get dropped

I ain’t got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch

The ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (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

Ten piece ring on my body cost a hundred (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