Pop Smoke – “Bout A Million” (ft. 21 Savage & 42 Dugg) [Audio, Lyrics]

Off Pop Smoke’s second posthumous album is the AXL Beats-produced “Bout A Million” featuring 21 Savage & 42 Dugg. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Pop Smoke Bout A Million

Many have been sceptical about the massive number of features on Pop Smoke’s second posthumous album, Faith, prompting concern about the use of unfinished and unnecessary song releases. However, “Bout A Million” featuring 21 Savage and 42 Dugg is as polished and impressive as any track from the late New York rapper’s previous releases. Fitted with Pop Smoke’s signature charisma and both guests’ first verses on a New York beat, “Bout A Million” is absolutely a standout on Faith’s tracklist.

The song starts off as Pop Smoke delivers one of his catchiest hooks to date over an addictive drill beat with an elegant lead guitar (reminiscent of “For the Night” off of his previous release). The late rapper gets incrementally more aggressive about his flexing as the slide 808s of the beat come in. Pop Smoke even namedrops 21 Savage, “21, I’m a savage,” alluding to the finished nature of the track.

42 Dugg fits perfectly when he comes on to the track with his effortless and casual flow. However, when 21 Savage follows him, it’s clear 21 is stealing the show. His almost monotone voice seems meant for a cold drill beat such as the one on “Bout A Million”, and his increasingly complex flow is nothing but impressive for the trap rapper.

“Bout A Million” separates itself from the rest of the songs on Faith as notably polished and well-constructed. Between the aggressive beat and the three vocalists, everyone does their part to create what may be this Summer’s most ruthless banger.

Pop Smoke – Bout A Million (ft. 21 Savage & 42 Dugg) (prod. AXL Beats)

Lyrics

[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 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)
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 nigga in a casket

[Chorus: Pop Smoke, 42 Dugg, Both]
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 all my niggas, for all my niggas baow

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
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

[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 (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 she 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)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & 21 Savage]
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 twenty 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 twenty chops for the hood