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[intro: trippie redd]
(loesoe goin’ crazy)
haha, yeah, yeah, uh

[chorus: trippie redd]
rollin’ with the gang, who else? (gang)
put that on my mom, who else? (bah, gang)
momma raised a don, who else?
murk you, throw you in a pond, who else?
b-tch, be gone, who else?
who my next victim? (b-tch) you meet your demise
i got mob ties, send you to the sky (b-tch)
momma got the news, it brought tears to her eyes
from them trenches where we k!ll, rob, steal, boy, i’m slidin’
[verse 1: trippie redd]
at the top eatin’ five star meals, i’m so high
i pop out in celine and my draws calvin klein
should i get the cullinan or the lamb’? can’t decide
call you n-ggas h-lla sweet like coconut pie
hit the corner store, they like hurry up and buy
hit the louis store and i spent like a smooth twenty-five
you know everywhere i go, b-tch, i do it big time
at the drop of a dime, n-ggas drop like flies

[chorus: trippie redd]
rollin’ with the gang, who else? (gang)
put that on my mom, who else? (bah, gang)
momma raised a don, who else?
murk you, throw you in a pond, who else?
b-tch, be gone, who else?
who my next victim? (b-tch) you meet your demise
i got mob ties, send you to the sky (b-tch)
momma got the news, it brought tears to her eyes
from them trenches where we k!ll, rob, steal, boy, i’m slidin’

[verse 2: rich the kid]
ayy, fifty mil’ under my belt, they put a boy on a shelf
that smoke bad for your health, ain’t gettin’ no money, better k!ll yourself (yeah)
la ferrari (what?), half a milli’ on a coupe, i’m sorry (skrrt)
trip up the new bugatti, b-tch, give me that sloppy toppy
that b-tch eat salad, broccoli, rich n-gga yeah i miss flawless (loesoe goin’ crazy)
ain’t n0body bigger in the game, who else?
ain’t talkin’ right then you get left
pull up in the rolls, i took her breath
p-ssy ass n-gga, say it with your chest (okay)
i love givenchy, she bad and screaming the fendi
was broke but now i got plenty (yeah), just popped a lil’ shroom with lil’ trippie (yeah, huh)
[chorus: trippie redd]
rollin’ with the gang, who else? (gang)
put that on my mom, who else? (bah, gang)
momma raised a don, who else?
murk you, throw you in a pond, who else?
b-tch, be gone, who else?
who my next victim? (b-tch) you meet your demise
i got mob ties, send you to the sky (b-tch)
momma got the news, it brought tears to her eyes
from them trenches where we k!ll, rob, steal, boy, i’m slidin’

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