[Intro: GUAPO DA SMOKE]
Git-git
(Tell No Heart I'm finna get in my fuckin' mode)
[Verse 1: GUAPO DA SMOKE]
Beautiful morning (Beautiful what?), good day to go drilling (Let's go drilling)
These niggas be (These niggas be), can't stand a nigga in his feelings (I can't, nah)
Remember I slept on the floor (What? Floor), average money to the ceiling (Huh, ha)
Gotta keep it low (Gotta keep it—), his main bitch, I be killing (Haha, I be killing)
I got snipers on the flight (On the flight, hawk)
Made a play in one night (One night)
C-Mo said, "She a'ight" (She a'ight)
I can tell what she like
Only gang on the features (On the features)
Hauntеd drank, I'm a creature (I'm a creaturе)
Turn his face into a pizza (Baow, bah-bah-bah)
Got him singin' like Alicia (Git-git)
And we never let 'em get back (Never get back)
Bro just put a nigga on a shit bag (Haha)
Tell the plug send a six-pack (Six-pack)
Run up on me, get ya shit snatched
Lotta these niggas ain't wit' that (Ain't wit' that)
Lotta these niggas don't click-clack (Ayy, baow)
I'm not tryna fuck if the bitch wack (Nah)
Skeet in her mouth like a Tic Tac (Haha)
[Verse 2: Frais]
Yeah, nigga, you know what it is
Frais in this bitch
Spook Gang Money Clique
3431, you know; Miami, nigga
West side shit
Ayy, ayy
All of these racks on me
I'm shittin' so hard, these lil' niggas had to hate
They know I'm big dog, so don't fuck around, you leavin' with half ya face
I pull up, revolver
Ain't dropping no shells, you know that they closed the case
Blue tip ammunition goin' through his vest, nigga, ain't nobody safe
Ridin' 'round with some thick bitches, she ain't suckin' dick, I'ma give her away
My white boy in Cali' make her touch down every time I call him Tom Brady
If I told you what I paid for the pint, you would think that I can give it away
Pulled up, Lamborghini look like a UFO 'cause it came from the '80s
Pulled up, Wockhardt with the Tussionex, feel like I'm walking in space
Damn, me and C-Mo did it again, that's why the white kids rockin' the Frais
A beautiful morning, I think that today I'ma kill him
Balmain, leather made of a thousand sharks, I can go swimming
And the killers outside in the parking lot, them be my niggas
Made a million off servin' base to the black folks like Philip's
I was down bad in the hood, we ain't had hope, but I had brilliance
And a nigga been to hell and back and without a scratch, that's resilience
BEAUTIFUL MORNING was written by Frais.
BEAUTIFUL MORNING was produced by Prod No Heart & C-Mo.
Frais released BEAUTIFUL MORNING on Tue Dec 27 2022.