Exquisite* Trippie Redd (Ft. Shootem Up)

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[Intro]
Good morning
Being still, real still
You'll notice a subtle silence
Hopefully in the morning, you’ll notice a rising, golden sun
A sound of birds intermingle with the warmth of the sun's rays
There's a certain call, an eerie exquisite near silent
A sense of power of an invisible scene

[Chrous: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, everything exquisite, I get straight to business (To business), yeah
Flexing just like fitness, play that bitch like tennis (Okay, yeah)
Yeah, I feel like a menace, bitch, I'm just like Dennis (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitches bird, pigeons, I run up my digits (Yeah, my digits, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hit a nigga head (Head), collision (Okay), uh
Hit a nigga head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a nigga head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a nigga head (Head), collision (Yeah, ah)
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We'll up that fire (Fire), we will take your life (Life)
With a suit and tie, seven-five 'till I die (Die, yeah, yeah)
Nigga don't want beef, then slide, talk down on the guys (Guys)
Niggas pussy, niggas sweet, just like momma's pie (Yeah, uh, pie)
Niggas hella scared when it's fuckin' time to die (Yeah, bah, yeah)
Homicide, bitch, do or die, nigga, it's you and I
No Beyonce, I'm beyond safe with the iron (Yeah, yeah)
Hanging with them B's, nigga know we in a fucking hive
Don't you run from me, nigga, ain't nowhere to fuckin' hide
This ain't hide and seek, nigga, run and you gon fuckin' die