[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Other side
N***a, fuck the other side, the other side (Big 14 know what the fuck goin' on)
N***a, fuck the other side, other side (Gang shit, no lame shit)
N***a, fuck the other side (Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid), other side (You n***as 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

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
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 Faygoo
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)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Other side
N***a, fuck the other side, the other side (Set)
N***a, fuck the other side, other side
N***a, 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
[Verse 1: Mak Sauce]
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, n***a (Yeah, baow, set)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Other side
N***a, fuck the other side, the other side (Set)
N***a, fuck the other side, other side
N***a, 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
[Verse 3: Tre Loaded]
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

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Other side
N***a, fuck the other side, the other side (Set)
N***a, fuck the other side, other side
N***a, 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

[Outro: Trippie Redd]
Set, set
Set
Set
Set