Exquisite* lyrics

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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 b*tch like tennis (Okay, yeah)
Yeah, I feel like a menace, b*tch, I'm just like Dennis (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tches bird, pigeons, I run up my digits (Yeah, my digits, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hit a n*gga head (Head), collision (Okay), uh
Hit a n*gga head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a n*gga head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a n*gga 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*gga don't want beef, then slide, talk down on the guys (Guys)
n*ggas pus*y, n*ggas sweet, just like momma's pie (Yeah, uh, pie)
n*ggas hella scared when it's f*ckin' time to die (Yeah, bah, yeah)
Homicide, b*tch, do or die, n*gga, it's you and I
No Beyonce, I'm beyond safe with the iron (Yeah, yeah)
Hanging with them B's, n*gga know we in a f*cking hive
Don't you run from me, n*gga, ain't nowhere to f*ckin' hide
This ain't hide and seek, n*gga, run and you gon f*ckin' die
[Chrous: Trippie Redd & Shootem Up]
Yeah, everything exquisite, I get straight to business (To business), yeah
Flexing just like fitness, play that b*tch like tennis (Okay, yeah)
Yeah, I feel like a menace, b*tch, I'm just like Dennis (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tches bird, pigeons, I run up my digits (Yeah, my digits, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hit a n*gga head (Head), collision (Okay), uh
Hit a n*gga head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a n*gga head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a n*gga head (Head), collision (Yeah, ah)
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah (Huh?), bah

[Verse 2: Shootem Up]
What's that sh*t 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?) b*tch, 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, b*tch, 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 b*tch like tennis (Okay, yeah)
Yeah, I feel like a menace, b*tch, I'm just like Dennis (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tches bird, pigeons, I run up my digits (Yeah, my digits, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hit a n*gga head (Head), collision (Okay), uh
Hit a n*gga head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a n*gga head (Head), collision (Yeah), uh
Hit a n*gga head (Head), collision (Yeah, ah)
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Bah, bah, bah...