Oomps Revenge, Pt.2 lyrics

[Intro]

Free Lo, free Zoo

Sippin' Don Julio in Burberry shoes

[Chorus]

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

[Verse]

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 a speck

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

Blowin' O's with VV's on the 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

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

R.I.P. Oomp, nigga, you know what it is

Go on ahead and pop that shit

Go '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, Oomp

R.I.P. Oomp, God bless his soul

Mad disrespectful shit

• Artist:Trippie Redd