Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bout A Million, artist - Pop Smoke. Date of issue: 30.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bout A Million |
| 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 |