[Intro]
Traphouse mob
This is a Melo beat
[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 (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 dancin' (Baow)
I'm poppin' (Poppin'), I'm flashy (Flashy)
The bitches love me 'cause I'm catchy (Catchy)
Bad bitch (Bad bitch, Floss), 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 (Huh)
I got twenty-one in the carats
Throwin' bullets (Huh)
Throwin' bullets like I'm Madden
Leave that n***a in a casket
[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 (for the hood, look)
[Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel]
Ain't with the funny shit, load up a hundred clip
You already know who I'm comin' with (Who you wit'?)
If it's lit, then it's lit, y'all know how we get
We drop shit for the fuck of it (How you get?)
If he make a mistake and move wrong
With no hesitation, Monte uppin' it (Boom)
If it's 10K on this n***a head
Fuck that, we gon' double it (Ha)
I went the wrong way (What?), I had to reroute (Skrrt)
These is bloody shoes (What?), I'll let it bleed out
If she can't get away from her n***a (You tell her), I tell her sneak out (What you did?)
Then I put 'em on molly and Xans (What you gotta?), I gotta geek now
Middle fingers to the opps, they know how we rock, it ain't no options (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
R.I.P. to Pop Smoke, if we find out who did it, y'all know we gon' pop them
Red beam, .30, shot 'em, drop 'em, I'm just bein' honest
Ayy, yo, DWade, you got 'em? (D, I got 'em, n***a), well, mission accomplished (Baow)
Back to this rap shit, back to the topic, count up the profit (Huh?)
I pull up with a bad bitch (Skrrt), by the end of the night, we gettin' it poppin' (Woo)
Speak about rap shit, I hear all the hate, hear all the gossip
But I promised Boobie I'ma chill, for real, so don't let me break that promise (Gang, gang)
Everything litty, everything digital, put that on God (N***a, that's on the stars)
When I'm back in the city I'm mixing Givenchy with Christian Dior (N***a, know what you start)
And these hoes tryna get me, they lookin' for comments like Lira Galore (Lira Galore)
I'm back in my city, I hopped out of prison and jumped on the Forbes
Bust down what? Bust down this, big drip what? Big drip this
15K for my motherfuckin' fit (Grrt, grrt), keep twenty-two shots in my motherfuckin' stick (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I'm back in my bag, sachet (In my bag)
Don't get me mad, fache (Don't get me mad)
Bitch, I'm a Suvi, I make a movie (Bitch, I'm a what?)
Right in front your Barclay (Like, woo)
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck (Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, baow, baow, baow)
Pardon me
Don't let me up it and leave it stuck (Don't let me, don't let me, grraow, baow, grraow)
Pardon me
[Verse 3: POLO G]
Hit the strip after school, couldn't wait 'til I got out of class, used to stare at the clock and shit
Before all of this rappin' shit, I was gangbangin' and doin' high-speeds on the cops and shit
And I'm straight from the Chi, but I ball like a king up in Cali and shoot like Stojaković
Keep applyin' that pressure, I go on the run, it ain't no lettin' it up, ain't no stoppin' this
Had to tell my lil' brother to chill, gotta stay in the house, come outside, he be poppin' shit
You ain't heard about us, well, you need to go watch the news, n***as know we be dropping shit
Got the feds on my ass in the hood 'cause they think I'm the one who been buyin' up Glocks and shit
I'm just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic, but I got some hotter shit (Hotter shit)
Might be rocking a show or if I'm not up the stu', then I'm fucking this cash off
Don't you know Polo G? Skinny tall with the dreads, that lil' n***a be rappin' his ass off
Yeah, I heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft
Go like Harden with rockets, we blast off
Tried to throw us some bullets, but we made 'em fumble, like nah, you ain't gettin' that pass off
Spin the block, now I'm takin' my mask off
Hit the gas like we racin', speed off in them foreigns and leave tire marks on the asphalt
It's gon' be R.I.P. once your ass caught
He like frontin', we knockin' his cap off
'Nother day, a new chain or a MAC bought
All this ice got me freezin' like Jack Frost
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Yeah, this twenty a pill
Ran up a check, get this Patek baguette, he made twenty more mill'
Drop on the opp and then jump on the chopper and go to the Hills
My youngin go Call of Duty with that chopper and he wanna kill
Yeah, shitted on a n***a, did it on purpose
I tell my other bitch, "Go with my other bitch"
Just to get my other bitch a new Birkin
Pretty white toes, pussy was perfect
Fuck in the back of the 'Bach with the curtains
Fuck from the back and this bitch started squirtin'
No, you didn't get this shit on my Persian, ooh
Go get this bitch some new purses, cool
I swipe my card, I don't feel it
She had a lame, she healin'
Now she on a plane, she chillin'
And she post a pic on the 'Gram, you feel it?
I know that n***a wanna kill her 'cause she in a villa, going H.A.M. with tequila
Made it my plan to get richer, I pull up, I jump out the Lamb', me and Jigga, woah
[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
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 (for the hood, look)
