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