เนื้อเพลง Bout a Million - Pop Smoke
เนื้อเพลง Bout a Million
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
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 b*tches love me 'cause I'm catchin'
Bad b*tch, 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas, all my n*ggas bow, b*tch
Blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocks
We still steppin', we still stretch sh*t
What's on me? a F and, a F and, a F and N
Took my b*tch up out a Taurus, put her in a Benz
That b*tch there ain't worth a quarter, I f*ck with tens
Right after she said I couldn't, I f*cked again
Earrings on me look like boogers, b*tch, 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, f*ckboys 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, n*gga, so what?
Terrorize sh*t, we got a whole bunch
None of my opps ain't on nothin'
Broke ass b*tches got one gun
She get so wet and she slippery
She screamin' and yellin', "Put d*ck 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 bullsh*t get to me
Switches on the Glocks
Rest in piss to all my opps
We treat beef like albums, n*gga, all that sh*t 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