Free Lo, free Zoo
Sippin' Don Julio in Burberry shoes
Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again
In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in
Turnin' boys to men, never livin' unemployed again
Never livin' off your boy again
Yeah, everything 'plex, never nothin' foul on the set
Go a hundred thousand miles for the set
Hundred thou' on the neck
Chin up, never look down on respect
Never change, money, power, respect
I deal with social neglect
I told you, "get it," but you ain't focusin' yet
Niggas, bitches, actin' bogus, upset
Cryin' over the neck
I'ma be cryin' in a Rolls or a jet
Blown' Os with VVS on neck
You can be me on the set, you can win again
I got love for anybody that's genuine
And if you ain't real then we discontinuin'
Like Mortal Kombat, baby, we gon' finish him
Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again
In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in
Turnin' boys to men, never livin' unemployed again
Never livin' off your boy again
R.I.P. Oomp, nigga, you what it is
Gon' 'head, shake that bitch up, nigga
Rest up, Oomp, point it that way, it's gon' pop, yeah
This shit ain't poppin', nigga
Nah, go like that, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
Pour that shit out
R.I.P. the homie, man
R.I.P. Oomp, God bless his soul
None of that disrespectful shit
Trippie Redd - Oomps Revenge Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Free Lo, free Zoo
Sippin' Don Julio in Burberry shoes
Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again
In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in
Turnin' boys to men, never livin' unemployed again
Never livin' off your boy again
Yeah, everything 'plex, never nothin' foul on the set
Go a hundred thousand miles for the set
Hundred thou' on the neck
Chin up, never look down on respect
Never change, money, power, respect
I deal with social neglect
I told you, "get it," but you ain't focusin' yet
Niggas, bitches, actin' bogus, upset
Cryin' over the neck
I'ma be cryin' in a Rolls or a jet
Blown' Os with VVS on neck
You can be me on the set, you can win again
I got love for anybody that's genuine
And if you ain't real then we discontinuin'
Like Mortal Kombat, baby, we gon' finish him
Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again
In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in
Turnin' boys to men, never livin' unemployed again
Never livin' off your boy again
R.I.P. Oomp, nigga, you what it is
Gon' 'head, shake that bitch up, nigga
Rest up, Oomp, point it that way, it's gon' pop, yeah
This shit ain't poppin', nigga
Nah, go like that, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
Pour that shit out
R.I.P. the homie, man
R.I.P. Oomp, God bless his soul
None of that disrespectful shit
Sippin' Don Julio in Burberry shoes
Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again
In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in
Turnin' boys to men, never livin' unemployed again
Never livin' off your boy again
Yeah, everything 'plex, never nothin' foul on the set
Go a hundred thousand miles for the set
Hundred thou' on the neck
Chin up, never look down on respect
Never change, money, power, respect
I deal with social neglect
I told you, "get it," but you ain't focusin' yet
Niggas, bitches, actin' bogus, upset
Cryin' over the neck
I'ma be cryin' in a Rolls or a jet
Blown' Os with VVS on neck
You can be me on the set, you can win again
I got love for anybody that's genuine
And if you ain't real then we discontinuin'
Like Mortal Kombat, baby, we gon' finish him
Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again
In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in
Turnin' boys to men, never livin' unemployed again
Never livin' off your boy again
R.I.P. Oomp, nigga, you what it is
Gon' 'head, shake that bitch up, nigga
Rest up, Oomp, point it that way, it's gon' pop, yeah
This shit ain't poppin', nigga
Nah, go like that, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
Pour that shit out
R.I.P. the homie, man
R.I.P. Oomp, God bless his soul
None of that disrespectful shit
Writer: Adrian Rupke, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Trippie Redd
From Album: Pegasus
Written by: Adrian Rupke, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Year: 2020