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[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
The cheapest 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
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
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 dashin' (Baow)
I'm poppin' (Poppin'), I'm flashy (Flashy)
The ******* love me 'cause I'm catchy (Catchy)
Bad ***** (Bad *****), 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'm a savage)
I got twenty-one in the carats (Carats)
Throwin' ******s (******s)
Throwin' ******s like I'm Madden
Leave that nigga in a casket
[Chorus: Pop Smoke, 42 Dugg, Both]
For all my niggas, for all my niggas, baow
[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
*****, 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 ***** up out the Taurus, put her in a Benz
That ***** there ain't worth a quarter, I **** with tens
Right after she said, "I couldn't", I ****ed again
Earrings on me look like boogers, *****, I'm worth some M's
[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
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 (Ssh)
Buddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin' for fame (*****)
Ain't no secret, big 4L's, them ****boys know what I claim (*****)
Richard Mille, copped without a show-box (21)
Four-five, make you do the hold up (21)
Pop Smoke, gun smoke, same thang (Same thang)
I'm on the block slangin' cold cuts (Cut)
Say you got a body, nigga, so what? (21)
Terrorize shit, we got a whole bunch (*****)
None of my opps ain't on nothin' (*****)
Broke ass ******* got one gun (21, 21)
She get so wet and she slippery (Slippery)
She screamin' and yellin', "Put **** 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 (*****, 21)
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & 21 Savage]
Look, I made a quarter up in London (Made a quarter)
Then I bought twenty chops for the hood (On God)