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trippie redd & rich the kid - who else! lyrics

[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? (baow, gang)
mama 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)
mama 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, 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 & rich the kid]
rollin’ with the gang, who else? (gang)
put that on my mom, who else? (baow, gang)
mama 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)
mama got the news, it brought tears to her eyes
from them trenches where we k!ll, rob, steal, boy, i’m slidin’ (ayy)

[verse 2: rich the kid]
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, [?][1:37] (loesoe goin’ crazy)
ain’t n0body bigger in the game, who else?
ain’t talkin’ right, then you get left
pulled up in the rolls, i took her breath
p+ssy+ass n+gga, say it with your chest
okay, i love givenchy
she bad, get straight on the fenty
was broke, but now i got plenty (yeah)
she done popped a lil’ shroom with trippie (yeah, huh)
[chorus: trippie redd]
rollin’ with the gang, who else? (gang)
put that on my mom, who else? (baow, gang)
mama 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)
mama got the news, it brought tears to her eyes
from them trenches where we k!ll, rob, steal, boy, i’m slidin’

- trippie redd rich the kid lyrics

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