Set lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah
n*gga, you know what this sh*t is, uh
Yeah (Yeah)
Listen

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother (Yeah)
On my motherf*cking set, yeah
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother (Yeah)
On my motherf*cking set

[Verse 1: Berner]
With the bag, I'm the illest, competition wanna kill us (They wanna kill us)
Got the price back up, grabbed the mini-van and filled it (Yeah, I filled it)
Dior button-up, exclusive, gang got me fitted (What else?)
Shoutout to my b*tches, but her neck game the realest
Rare grapefruit, I'm on the island, private chef and all
I only pull up if the check involved (I need a check)
Yeah, I show up with the smoke bag
Put the cup down, don't end up with the toe-tag
What happened to your girl? She out shoppin' for a whole bag (Now she a lil' ho)
I used to be in [?] until the blow land
Yeah, they talk about money
Countin' thirty twenties got my nose all runny
I'm ridin' in a Yukon, stash full of fishscale
My haters still sick, I'm hopin' that they get well
A hundred-twenty grand, that's what the other watch cost
Three karat pair on my pinky like a mob boss
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Listen, on my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother (Yeah)
On my motherf*cking set, yeah
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother (Yeah)
On my motherf*cking set, listen
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother (Yeah)
On my motherf*cking set, yeah
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother (Yeah)
On my motherf*cking set, yeah

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Diamonds 'round my motherf*cking neck
n*gga, if you repping gang-gang-gang, throw the set up
I'm workin' every night 'til the motherf*cking sun up
'Cause, pus*y-ass n*gga, I'm still movin' like I'm still on the come-up
You run up, pus*y, get done up, I'm number one stunter
b*tch, I'm the sh*t, ain't no plumber, you dumb, dumb, and dumber (Yeah)
My diamonds glist in the summer, it's raining and thunderin'
If you talk down on the gang then the chopper is rumblin' (Bah)
I heard you had the sack, dawg, but ended up fumblin' (Yeah)
I'm the type to show 'em I can rap, dawg, but ended up mumblin'
[Mumbling] somethin' and somethinin'
I know that I'm the sh*t, man, it's hard to just stomach it

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother (Yeah)
On my motherf*cking set, yeah
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother (Yeah)
On my motherf*cking set, listen
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother
On my motherf*cking set, yeah
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother
On my motherf*cking set
[Verse 3: J-Mo]
Yeah
Told your b*tch, "Slide headfirst, my di*k is home base" (Yeah)
You know that I stay around the tech like a phone case
Make your jaw shatter like a screen on a phone breaks
All gas, no brakes, all nugs, no shake
Smokin' out the whole place
Bass make your soul shake
Nothing but the whole cake and you can't get a piece, b*tch
Breaking down a pound, makin' profit off of each zip
Your b*tch wanna j*rk me like a motherf*cking beef stick
Yeah, shout out Stingy, that's my bro
Berner got me for the low when I'm out in Frisco (Yeah, yeah)
Mix that Gary Payton with my Limoncello
You actin' real funny, yeah, I call you Nick Crow
Skinny motherf*cker movin' weight, pockets swole
All these daps got lost like Gorilla Zoe
It's me and Trippie Redd and we came to let 'em know
You think of me and him when you think Ohio

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother (Yeah)
On my motherf*cking set, yeah
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother (Yeah)
On my motherf*cking set, listen
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother (Yeah)
On my motherf*cking set, yeah
On my mama, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother (Yeah)
On my motherf*cking set
[Outro: Trippie Redd & Berner]
(On my momma)
Ohio, what up?
(On my momma, on my daddy, on my sister)
(On my momma, on my daddy, on my sister, on my brother, on my—)
(On my motherf*cking set)