[00:00.000] 作词 : Hunter Roberts/Dimitri Roger/Michael Lamar White II/Cas van der Heijden/Igor Mamet/Peter Jideonwo
[00:00.182] 作曲 : Hunter Roberts/Dimitri Roger/Michael Lamar White II/Cas van der Heijden/Igor Mamet/Peter Jideonwo
[00:00.364][Intro: Trippie Redd]
[00:02.725]Loesoe goin' crazy
[00:06.685]Haha, yeah, yeah, uh
[00:10.403]
[00:10.667][Chorus: Trippie Redd]
[00:11.997]Rollin' with the gang, who else? (Gang)
[00:14.649]Put that on my mom, who else? (Baow, gang)
[00:16.498]Mama raised a don, who else?
[00:20.480]Murk you, throw you in a pond, who else?
[00:22.603]Bitch, be gone, who else?
[00:23.670]Who my next victim? (Bitch) You meet your demise
[00:26.860]I got mob ties, send you to the sky (Bitch)
[00:29.775]Mama got the news, it brought tears to her eyes
[00:32.701]From them trenches where we kill, rob, steal, boy, I'm slidin'
[00:35.627]
[00:35.878][Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
[00:36.151]At the top eatin' five star meals, I'm so high
[00:38.796]I pop out in Celine and my draws Calvin Klein
[00:41.712]Should I get the Cullinan or the Lamb'? Can't decide
[00:44.617]Call you niggas hella sweet like coconut pie
[00:47.797]Hit the corner store, they like, "Hurry up and buy"
[00:50.712]Hit the Louis store, spent like a smooth twenty-five
[00:53.638]You know everywhere I go, bitch, I do it big time
[00:56.818]At the drop of a dime, niggas drop like flies
[00:59.479]
[00:59.738][Chorus: Trippie Redd & Rich The Kid]
[01:00.007]Rollin' with the gang, who else? (Gang)
[01:02.405]Put that on my mom, who else? (Baow, gang)
[01:04.264]Mama raised a don, who else?
[01:08.246]Murk you, throw you in a pond, who else?
[01:10.634]Bitch, be gone, who else?
[01:11.965]Who my next victim? (Bitch) You meet your demise
[01:14.890]I got mob ties, send you to the sky (Bitch)
[01:17.796]Mama got the news, it brought tears to her eyes
[01:20.986]From them trenches where we kill, rob, steal, boy, I'm slidin' (Ayy)
[01:23.373]
[01:23.629][Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
[01:24.432]Fifty mil' under my belt
[01:25.496]They put a boy on a shelf
[01:26.827]That smoke bad for your health
[01:28.157]Ain't gettin' no money, better kill yourself (Yeah)
[01:29.996]La Ferrari (What?)
[01:31.327]Half a milli' on a coupe, I'm sorry (Skrrt)
[01:32.658]Trip up the new Bugatti
[01:33.948]Bitch, give me that sloppy toppy
[01:35.797]That bitch eat salad, broccoli
[01:37.117]Rich nigga, [?][1:37] (Loesoe goin' crazy)
[01:39.251]Ain't nobody bigger in the game, who else?
[01:40.561]Ain't talkin' right, then you get left
[01:42.146]Pulled up in the Rolls, I took her breath
[01:43.477]Pussy-ass nigga, say it with your chest
[01:45.082]Okay, I love Givenchy
[01:46.134]She bad, get straight on the Fenty
[01:47.469]Was broke, but now I got plenty (Yeah)
[01:49.056]She done popped a lil' shroom with Trippie (Yeah, huh)
[01:50.385]
[01:50.649][Chorus: Trippie Redd]
[01:50.649]Rollin' with the gang, who else? (Gang)
[01:53.311]Put that on my mom, who else? (Baow, gang)
[01:55.434]Mama raised a don, who else?
[01:59.426]Murk you, throw you in a pond, who else?
[02:01.549]Bitch, be gone, who else?
[02:02.870]Who my next victim? (Bitch) You meet your demise
[02:06.316]I got mob ties, send you to the sky (Bitch)
[02:09.249]Mama got the news, it brought tears to her eyes
[02:12.165]From them trenches where we kill, rob, steal, boy, I'm slidin'

作词 : Hunter Roberts/Dimitri Roger/Michael Lamar White II/Cas van der Heijden/Igor Mamet/Peter Jideonwo
作曲 : Hunter Roberts/Dimitri Roger/Michael Lamar White II/Cas van der Heijden/Igor Mamet/Peter Jideonwo
Loesoe goin' crazy
Haha, yeah, yeah, uh

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?
Bitch, be gone, who else?
Who my next victim? (Bitch) You meet your demise
I got mob ties, send you to the sky (Bitch)
Mama got the news, it brought tears to her eyes
From them trenches where we kill, rob, steal, boy, I'm slidin'

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 niggas hella 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, bitch, I do it big time
At the drop of a dime, niggas drop like flies

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?
Bitch, be gone, who else?
Who my next victim? (Bitch) You meet your demise
I got mob ties, send you to the sky (Bitch)
Mama got the news, it brought tears to her eyes
From them trenches where we kill, rob, steal, boy, I'm slidin' (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 kill yourself (Yeah)
La Ferrari (What?)
Half a milli' on a coupe, I'm sorry (Skrrt)
Trip up the new Bugatti
Bitch, give me that sloppy toppy
That bitch eat salad, broccoli
Rich nigga, (Loesoe goin' crazy)
Ain't nobody bigger in the game, who else?
Ain't talkin' right, then you get left
Pulled up in the Rolls, I took her breath
Pussy-ass nigga, 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)

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?
Bitch, be gone, who else?
Who my next victim? (Bitch) You meet your demise
I got mob ties, send you to the sky (Bitch)
Mama got the news, it brought tears to her eyes
From them trenches where we kill, rob, steal, boy, I'm slidin'