Lyrics from Snippets

[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 n***a head (Head), collision (Okay), uh
Hit a n***a head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a n***a head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a n***a 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)
N***a don't want beef, then slide, talk down on the guys (Guys)
N***as pussy, n***as sweet, just like momma's pie (Yeah, uh, pie)
N***as hella scared when it's fuckin' time to die (Yeah, bah, yeah)
Homicide, bitch, do or die, n***a, it's you and I
No Beyonce, I'm beyond safe with the iron (Yeah, yeah)
Hanging with them B's, n***a know we in a fucking hive
Don't you run from me, n***a, ain't nowhere to fuckin' hide
This ain't hide and seek, n***a, run and you gon fuckin' die
[Chrous: Trippie Redd & Shootem Up]
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 n***a head (Head), collision (Okay), uh
Hit a n***a head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a n***a head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a n***a head (Head), collision (Yeah, ah)
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah (Huh?), bah

[Verse 2: Shootem Up]
What's that shit you claimin'? (Huh?), I ain't never heard of that
If we ain't wearin' red (Woo), probably wearin' hella black (Yeah)
Oh, they 'bout to rob? (Rob?) Bitch, we got hella racks (Ha)
Baby, is you stupid? (Huh?) You know we ain't doin' that
Every day we fly (Fly), I guess it's a ritual
Got her on her knees, she said she was spiritual
Never calling 911, I'm with the one-four
We be at your front door, with poles that hold 3-0
Swag with the gat and match
If you sellin' Cs, bitch, I got a pumpkin patch, buy a match (Ha)

[Chrous: Trippie Redd & Shootem Up]
Yeah, everything exquisite, I get straight to business (To business), yeah (Ha)
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 n***a head (Head), collision (Okay), uh
Hit a n***a head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a n***a head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a n***a head (Head), collision (Yeah, ah)
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah...