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Trippie Redd – Oomps Revenge, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Oomps Revenge, Pt. 2 Lyrics – Trippie Redd

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’ O’s with VV’s 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
Now, 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