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
[Verse 1]
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 2]
Look, run down, tag 'em
I give 'em twenty if he catch 'em
.44, blast 'em
Hit 'em up, then I'm dashin'
I'm poppin', I'm flashin'
The bitches love me 'cause I'm catchy
Bad bitch, sassy
She got that fire like a dragon (Look)
Big body, Wagon
I remember I ain't have it
Twenty-one, I'm a savage, I got twenty-one in the carats
Throwin' bullets, throwin' bullets like I'm Madden
Leave that **** in a casket
[Verse 3]
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 4]
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 5]
All my ****, all my **** 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 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
[Verse 6]
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, them 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, ****, 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, ****, all that shit get dropped
I ain't got no brain, I spent your budget on my watch
[Verse 7]
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 8]
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
Written by: Bashar Jackson, Manalla Abdulaziz, She'yaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Dion Hayes