Trippie Redd & Rich The Kid – WHO ELSE! Lyrics
Artist: Trippie Redd & Rich The Kid
Song: WHO ELSE!
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?
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 kill, rob, steal, boy, I’m slidin’
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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
All you n#gg#s 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, b#tch, I do it big time
At the drop of a dime, n#gg#s 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?
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 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
b#tch, give me that sloppy toppy
That b#tch eat salad, broccoli
Rich n#gg#, yeah, I miss violence (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
p#ss#-ass n#gg#, 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?
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 kill, rob, steal, boy, I’m slidin’
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Release Year: 2023