Lyrics Oomps Revenge, Pt.2 - Trippie Redd

Oomps Revenge, Pt.2

Free Lo, free Zoo\nSippin' Don Julio in Burberry shoes\nYeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again\nIn the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind\nHope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins\nI’m big dawg, yeah, I’m Clifford again\nWe get them packs and we shippin' 'em in\nTurnin' boys to men, never livin' unemployed again\nNever livin' off your boy again\nYeah, everything 'plex, never nothin' foul on the set\nGo a hundred thousand miles for the set\nHundred thou' on the neck\nChin up, never look down on respect\nNever change, money, power, respect\nI deal with social neglect\nI told you, «Get it», but you ain’t focusin' yet\nNiggas, bitches, actin' bogus, upset\nCryin' over the neck\nI’ma be cryin' in a Rolls or a jet\nBlown' O’s with VV’s on neck\nYou can be me on the set, you can win again\nI got love for anybody that’s genuine\nAnd if you ain’t real then we discontinuin'\nLike Mortal Kombat, baby, we gon' finish him\nYeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again\nIn the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind\nHope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins\nI’m big dawg, yeah, I’m Clifford again\nWe get them packs and we shippin' 'em in\nTurnin' boys to men, never livin' unemployed again\nNever livin' off your boy again\nR.I.P. Oomp, nigga, you what it is\nGon' 'head, shake that bitch up, nigga\nRest up, Oomp, point it that way, it’s gon' pop, yeah\nThis shit ain’t poppin', nigga\nNow, go like that, yeah\nYou know what I’m sayin'?\nPour that shit out\nR.I.P. the homie, man\nR.I.P. Oomp, God bless his soul\nNone of that disrespectful shit