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JITS FOREVER
Rap
JITS FOREVER was released on October 3, 2025 by Eddy Braveaux as a part of the album BRVX AIRDROP 004 - Single
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Release DateOctober 3, 2025
LabelEddy Braveaux
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM181

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eddy Braveaux
Eddy Braveaux
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eddy Braveaux
Eddy Braveaux
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddy Braveaux
Eddy Braveaux
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Florida jit, on some Florida shit
Man, sometimes it be feelin' like we runnin' out of time
But time ain't linear, I'm a jit forever
And I'm legit forever, hmm, feel me?
Had to throw a couple bands, in the club
Pop a bottle for my day ones, for my day ones
When I t’s time to throw them hands, it don’t matter if we win, cuz they ain’t run
Pour another for the phony ass bitches that chose up
We ain’t showin’ y’all no love
blowin’ smoke as if we won’t roll up
Know we jits forever we won’t grow up
We eating without a Groupon, I done put the whole groupon
Takin' off like a coupon whenever I put the coupe on
I was leavin' ya crib, mistakenly put ya shoe on
I'm comin' Out the Box like the tv show that you grew on
And it don't matter who on, my **** 'cause I'm too on
She actin' like a bitch then I give her something to chew on
She actin' like a groupie I hit her then put my crew on
I'm tryna bust a nut I just need me something to screw on
Countin’ guala on my calacatta at my new space
Pull up in a Gundam switched the base
Marathon not a track race
Movin’ at my own pace
I’ll forever last
Look in my iris im speaking facts
I'm like the IRS my **** I’ll forever tax
They tryna get a feat
Pussy gettin’ beat
I’m tryna hit and leave
Tryna hit a lick
Brody gone up that blick
Imma gone call that blitz
Gettin’ em off the RIP
Oh you keep that shit a hundred but it’s a counterfeit
Think it’s a game until his blood streaming while he Twitch
Bet he won’t pop that steel
Bet he won’t pop that seal
Imma gone lock that deal
Get jammed up I bet they all gone squeal
Killin’ em all at will
I know my squad the truth
Ain’t lookin for no recruits
Ain’t callin’ no audibles
Had to throw a couple bands, in the club
Pop a bottle for my day ones, for my day ones
If it’s time to throw them hands, it don’t matter if we win, cuz they ain’t run
Pour another for the phony ass bitches that chose up
We ain’t showin’ y’all no love
blowin’ smoke as if we won’t roll up
Know we jits forever we won’t grow up
Written by: Eddy Braveaux
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