Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beyoncé
Vocals
Dolly Parton
Speaker
Brittney Spencer
Background Vocals
Tiera Kennedy
Background Vocals
Reyna Roberts
Background Vocals
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Background Vocals
Péter Kovács
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beyoncé
Songwriter
Camaron Ochs (Cam)
Songwriter
Terius "The-Dream" Gesteelde-Diamant
Songwriter
David Doman
Songwriter
Dominik Redenczki
Songwriter
Ezemdi Chikwendu
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beyoncé
Executive Producer
d.a. got that dope
Producer
Khirye Tyler
Additional Producer
Kuk Harrell
Vocal Producer
Stuart White
Vocal Recording Engineer
Brandon Harding
Recording Engineer
John Cranfield
Additional Engineer
Nick Lobel
Recording Engineer
Kristen Hilkert
Recording Engineer
Matheus Braz
Assistant Engineer
Patrick Gardner
Assistant Engineer
Danforth Webster
Assistant Engineer
Jonathan Lopez Garcia
Assistant Engineer
Terena Dawn
Assistant Engineer
Garrett Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Conner McFarland
Assistant Engineer
Nick Sutton
Assistant Engineer
Andrea Roberts
Additional Engineer
Chris Godbey
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Dave Hamelin
Producer
Mariel Gomerez
Additional Producer
Lyrics
Cowboy Carter
Time to strike a match
And light up this juke joint
One-one-one by one, you hang them high
Your hands are steady and you sleep at night
How did you turn your heart to stone?
I don't want him back, but I can't let go
Hangman, answer me now
You owe me a debt, you stole him from me
I hated you once, I envy you now
Just tell me how, tell me how
(d.a. got that-)
Oh, she got that whoa there, hangman got that whoa there
Don't act like you don't know, giddy up, giddy up (d.a. got that dope)
Don't pay me in gold, giddy up, giddy up
Back outside, I'm on the road, giddy up, giddy up (hey)
When the sun goes down (it's night-night, hey)
Can hear her body howl (in the moonlight, hey)
I feel her eyein' me like owls (it's on sight, hey)
Hide your man when the hangman come in town
She's a tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride it
Make it look so good, try to justify it
Boy, I know they're lookin' for me, how we gonna hide it?
Ride it like hydraulics, I am such a tyrant
Every time I ride it, every time I ride it
I don't like to sit up in the saddle, boy, I got it
Just relax, I got this, I got that exotic
Hips are so hypnotic, I am such a tyrant
Send me some shots, are you with me or not? Throw it back
Shoot up the bar, tell the law we don't remember nothin' after that
Scot-free (scot-free), whole city after me
Have you seen her? 5'9", thick and fine, what a tragedy
Hey, hey, ridin' you while we tryna get away
Ridin' you while we tryna catch a wave
That's so sexy, and I know it, and I ain't afraid to show it
Baby I'm goated, baby, I'm glowin'
Hey, hey, on the run, run
Tap me on the shoulder when you reload the gun
Tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride it
Make it look so good, try to justify it
Boy, I know they're lookin' for me, how we gonna hide it?
Ride it like hydraulics, I am such a tyrant
How did you get used to the haunting? (The haunting)
The willing, the missing, the wanting (the wanting)
Dry eyes, you send me across the divine
Hangman, teach me how not to cry
How not to cry, how not to cry
Oh, she got that whoa there, hangman got that whoa there
Don't act like you don't know (yeah), giddy up, giddy up (d.a. got that dope)
Don't pay me in gold, giddy up, giddy up
Back outside, I'm on the road, giddy up, giddy up
When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down)
You can hear this body howl (you can hear this body howl)
Giddy up now, diggadont, diggadont
Digga daddy, leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone
Damn if I do, dammit if I don't
Lady with a whip, want what she wanna want, okay
Tyrant every time I ride it, every time I ride it
Make it look so good, cowboys justify it
Boy, I know they're lookin' for me, how we gonna hide it?
Ride it like hydraulics, I am such a tyrant
Every time I ride it, every time I ride it
Baby, I just don't sit up in saddle, boy, I got it
Just relax, I got this, I got that exotic
These hips so hypnotic, I am such a tyrant
Hangman, answer me now
You owe me a debt, you stole him from me (giddy up, giddy up)
I hated you once, I envy you now (hey)
Just tell me how, tell me how
(Giddy up, giddy up)
Writer(s): Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Camaron Ochs, David L Doman, Dave Hamelin, Ezemdi Chinaecherem Chikwendu, Terius Gesteelde-diamant, Dominik Redenczki
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