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PERFORMING ARTISTS
RNB.FOEMOB
RNB.FOEMOB
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Chan Jones
Brian Chan Jones
Songwriter
Jaevyn Michael Naranjo
Jaevyn Michael Naranjo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aria Mastering
Aria Mastering
Mastering Engineer
Dante "PR" Vicens
Dante "PR" Vicens
Mixing Engineer
Drvmlord
Drvmlord
Producer
Ross Owen
Ross Owen
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Ay, huh, bitch, I'm Tix, everybody ran that bitch, keep a whip Everybody ran that bitch, you should step Stay out of the way, 'cause this shit can get deadly Ay, huh, bitch, I'm Tix, we're throwin' bows on the beat by the shiv Swingin' and slurrin' like defenders with heaven We pass shit on sight, baby, could have to stand Ay, bitch, I'm Tix, we pour a four in our beer We just sip on that joint 'til we're heavy Bitch, I'm Tix, we're mixed, 'cause them blacks stand together We keep this shit heavy Ay, standin' on business, don't care if you feel it Make sure that you're comin' correctly Ay, bad hoes and bitches, big dogs on those leashes I bet that your bone get embarrassed In the woods, we got hogs and coyotes They eat all their bodies, don't care about no evidence Everybody out here really ready to kill you Your black wing trippin' by spinnin', huh The jewelry, the cars, the clothes, the hoes Everything that y'all do, we invented it The bitches out here eat the meat off the bone They gon' swallow them kids, they ain't spittin' it Ay, huh, bitch, I'm Tix, everybody ran that bitch, keep a whip Everybody ran that bitch, you should step Stay out of the way, 'cause this shit can get deadly Ay, huh, bitch, I'm Tix, we're throwin' bows on the beat by the shiv Swingin' and slurrin' like defenders with heaven We pass shit on sight, baby, could have to stand Ay, mamas and aunties and grand-mamas cryin' 'Cause children out here in the streets and they're dyin' Clutchin' on pistols, just tryin' to survive That's how we get it down here in the South Everybody got some guns in the couch Everybody got some goals in they mouth Everybody got a speaker system for the beatin' They choke while they cruise down the block 'Cause they're servin' their war for it Out here in the South, they're killin', they don't really go to war for it Nicks kickin' your dog for it, yeah, we're buzzin' your ass You get put on the floor for it At the top, where I'm puttin' my name at I'ma claim it, I'm comin' for greatness On a blackboard, the key used to hang it Clutchin' my pipe, really ready to bang that Ay, huh, bitch, I'm Tix, everybody ran that bitch, keep a whip Everybody ran that bitch, you should step Stay out of the way, 'cause this shit can get deadly Ay, huh, bitch, I'm Tix, we're throwin' bows on the beat by the shiv Swingin' and slurrin' like defenders with heaven We pass shit on sight, baby, could have to stand Bitch, huh Whoo! Huh Yeah, you feel me? Yeah, that bitch hard Let's get right down
Writer(s): Brian Chan Jones, Jaevyn Michael Naranjo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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