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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Vocals
21 Savage
Vocals
42 Dugg
Vocals
Axl Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Manalla Abdulaziz
Songwriter
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
Jess Reed Jackson
Songwriter
Ryan Press
Songwriter
Steven Victor
Songwriter
Yosief Tafari
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Corey Nutile
Recording Engineer
Axl Beats
Producer
Khaya Gilika
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
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 20 chops for the hood
Look, run down (run down), tag 'em (tag 'em)
I give 'em 20 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), sassy (sassy)
She got that fire like a dragon (dragon)
Look, big body, Wagon (huh)
I remember I ain't have it (huh)
21, I'm a savage (huh)
I got 21 in the carats
Throwin' bullets (huh)
Throwin' bullets like I'm Madden
Leave that nigga in a casket
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 20 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 20 chops for the hood
On my knees, for all my niggas bow, bitch
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 bitch up out the 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 (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 (pussy)
Ain't no secret, big 4L's, them fuckboys know what I claim (pussy)
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 (bitch)
None of my opps ain't on nothin' (pussy)
Broke ass bitches got one gun (21, 21)
She get so wet and slippery (slippery)
She screamin' and yellin', "Put dick 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 (pussy, 21)
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 (made a quarter)
Then I bought 20 chops for the hood (on God)
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 20 chops for the hood
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, Mandalla Abdulaziz, Yosief Benjamin Tafari, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph
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