Lyrics
Other side
Nigga, fuck the other side, the other side
(Big 14 know what the fuck goin' on)
Nigga, fuck the other side, other side (Gang shit, no lame shit)
Nigga, fuck the other side (Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid)
Other side (You niggas 14 days, too weak)
I need Givenchy and new Chanel (Yeah)
I'm from the trenches, name ringin' bells (Ah)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Got clientele
I ain't pussy, but my 'Cat came from Hell
Think I'm schizophrenic like the fuckin' cell (Yeah)
Hundred racks, need a backend
Better have every peso
Or you know how the fuckin' day go
Got an FN and a Draco (Oh)
Got some killers with me out in Clay' Co' (Oh)
Shoutout BigSmoke-fuckin'-Chapo (Gang)
When I'm in the O', I'm with faygo
In the trap and we gotta lay low (Ah)
Stackin' bricks, baby, like Legos (Yeah)
Told the bitch, "Hop in, let's go," (Yeah)
Gotta do it for the set, ho (Ah, set)
Other side
Nigga, fuck the other side, the other side (Set)
Nigga, fuck the other side, other side
Nigga, fuck the other side, other side
I need Givenchy and new Chanel (Yeah)
I'm from the trenches, name ringin' bells (Ah)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Got clientele
I ain't pussy, but my 'Cat came from Hell
Think I'm schizophrenic like the fuckin' cell (Yeah)
Hundred racks, need a backend
Better have every peso
Or you know how the fuckin' day go
I cop a cutter, it bust and it stutter, I put a new
Forty on back of my stick (Bah)
My G got lil' butters, I'm straight out the jungle
He fuck with my money, I spaz out and hit
McLaren, inside of that bitch with lil' Trippie
He scarin', assistin' aside the position
I flood the raft, so I cop me some Simons
No silly, new Bentley, you hear when I'm driftin'
Fuck the other side, make them resign (Bah)
I put all these bitches in a line, none of 'em mine
Oomp's Revenge tatted on his face
That's my brother for life
Don't give a fuck about the other side
Swear to God that they all can die
Brand new pints, nigga (Yeah, baow, set)
Other side
Nigga, fuck the other side, the other side (Set)
Nigga, fuck the other side, other side
Nigga, fuck the other side, other side
I need Givenchy and new Chanel (Yeah)
I'm from the trenches, name ringin' bells (Ah)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Got clientele
I ain't pussy, but my 'Cat came from Hell
Think I'm schizophrenic like the fuckin' cell (Yeah)
Hundred racks, need a backend
Better have every peso
Or you know how the fuckin' day go
Ayy, ayy, I ain't gotta talk, I let that money speak for me
I ain't worried 'bout no man 'cause lil' J blow that heat for me (Uh)
I got bitches like the alphabet, they come from A to Z (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm sliding in the steamer (Yeah)
So we jumping out on feet (Yeah)
And when we catch him lacking, we gon' do his ass bad
You don't know how it's gon' go, you better keep an extra mag (On god)
You crying 'bout a bitch, I'm tryna get another bag (Bag)
How you say you pushing P, but got your gun to go out sad? (Go)
His toe gon' get a tag
Other side
Nigga, fuck the other side, the other side (Set)
Nigga, fuck the other side, other side
Nigga, fuck the other side, other side
I need Givenchy and new Chanel (Yeah)
I'm from the trenches, name ringin' bells (Ah)
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Got clientele
I ain't pussy, but my 'Cat came from Hell
Think I'm schizophrenic like the fuckin' cell (Yeah)
Hundred racks, need a backend
Better have every peso
Or you know how the fuckin' day go
Set,set,set,set,set
Writer(s): Mak Sauce, Tre Loaded, Trippie Redd
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