[Intro: Trippie Redd & Musiq Soulchild]
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
(Baby, don’t you, baby, don't you know you're so beautiful?)
Huh, oh, you funny-funny, huh (Beautiful, beautiful)
I ain’t really trippin', y'all n***as know what time I'm on, man
(Baby, don't you know you're so beautiful-ul?)
Big 14, n***a, I ain't worried 'bout shit, I’m lit (Oh, ah)
(Baby, don’t you, baby, don't you know you’re so beautiful?)
1400/800 gang, none of y'all fuckers not gettin' no money (Beautiful, beautiful)
(Baby, don't you know you’re so beautiful-ul?)
We ain't too worried 'bout shit, huh (Oh, ah), ayy

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, bitch, I'm tryna stack my money to infinity
You cannot limit me, or, bitch, you turn into the enemy
You know the remedy, kill anyone in this facility
Known as this industry, we not industry, boy, we in the streets
And all this bullshit that they talkin' really killin' me
Don't feel the energy, you know our motherfuckin' history
Royale, no victory, man, are you motherfuckin' kiddin' me?
He ain't no kin to me, that ain't my brother, he ain't shit to me
Sippin' on this drank, I gotta get a little kick in me
Your bitch on my line right now, she said, "Come put this dick in me"
And if I see you n***as in traffic, I get to flicking, B
Assassinate your ass, lil' n***a, like John F. Kennedy
[Segue: Trippie Redd, Nel-Denarro & Musiq Soulchild]
(Baby, don't you, baby, don't you know you're so beautiful?)
Huh, damn
And that's why you lil' n***as can't fuck with me, you know what I'm sayin'? (Can't fuck with me, beautiful, beautiful)
Real smoke, I'm a motherfuckin' tiger, pussy n***a, you smokin' Hangabee (Smokin' Hangabee!)
(Baby, don't you know you're so beautiful-ul?)
Man, you ain't talkin' shit to me man, you know what I'm sayin'? (Oh, ah)
(Baby, don't you, baby, don't you know you're so beautiful?)
You n***as gettin' four swishers out your twenty-five cap (Beautiful, beautiful)
We smokin' two pounds at once, you feel me?
(Baby, don't you know you're so beautiful-ul?)
N***as smoke three pounds in five days, last week, n***a
Fuck you talkin' bout? (Oh, ah)

[Verse 2: Nel-Denarro]
Denarro, you better handle your business
Shit, I done knocked strips out of animal clinics
N***a, it ain't 'bout shit unless they handin' us digits
We don't do no hand-in-hands with these scandalous n***as
Because the word around town is we cannabis dealers
I got n***as runnin' from me 'cause they ain't ran the percentage
I'ma push the gorilla cookies, smoked an animal Skittles
I got dosey-dose in my wood and my Phantom is tinted
Boy, I'll pop up on you like a mannequin fitted
Spent a couple thousand dollars on apparel, you feel me?
But it ain't nothin', I'm a king, I'm a pharaoh, you feel me?
I really gotta keep that barrel in case terrorists near me, uh
You kiddin' me? You know Trippie, he really kin to me
So we gon' blow your head off if n***as start actin' finicky (I swear to God)
The brodie-Ds, yeah, they-they'll up the AK
Wipe your face off, this 800, ain't no play-play (N***a)
[Outro: Musiq Soulchild]
Baby, don't you, baby, don't you know you're so beautiful?
(Beautiful, beautiful)
Baby, don't you know you're so beautiful-ul?
Oh, ah
Baby, don't you, baby, don't you know you're so beautiful?
(Beautiful, beautiful)
Baby, don't you know you're so beautiful-ul?
Oh, ah
Baby, don't you, baby, don't you know you're so beautiful?
(Beautiful, beautiful)
Baby, don't you know you're so beautiful-ul?
Oh, ah