Outlaw Lyrics

In the summer you won’t catch me in a 4 door

Always on a Harley with my rags on

I got love for my brothers but my heart torn

And If shit hit the fan I would blast for em

Tell me what you know about a outlaw

When you know that your colors can make a gun draw

But ya loyalty got you willing to die for

What the fuck on ya back Fuck dem fuck boys

Black red denim and Harley’s this where the violence start

Niggaz say they gone do something while we up the block

Let me give a history lesson started in sixty five

What the fuck made ya’ll think that we was stopping now

Feeling like McFadden in the Delaware cabins

Brotherhood strong wit a violent attachment

Kindness for weakness makes you a paraplegic

But we ain’t beat for the bull all the drama you keep it

This will be our lil secret Never flinch catch a charge

Find me at the Sheeba nigga at the bar

South Ward battle scars Whole flask filled wit alcohol

This is the day in life of a thunder guard

Count in all my flaws A nigga still winning deposits still pending

Shout out my brotha Vizion War vets is wit it Till the casket drop

War time is the plot Coming through 100 deep on any block

In the summer you won’t catch me in a 4 door

Always on a Harley with my rags on

I got love for my brothers but my heart torn

If shit hit the fan I would blast for em

Tell me what you know about a outlaw

When you know that your colors can make a gun draw

But ya loyalty got you willing to die for

What the fuck on ya back Fuck dem fuck boys

I see u guys trippin we coming different

All you Niggaz mimic you Niggaz a bunch of bitches

Pulling up trans am ya'll don't get it

Word play too exquisite the pistol is coming wit it

My blessings come equip wit

Brothers that don't give a motherfucker

That will give a motherfucker a blucka blucka

If I don't trust ya Put respeck all on my colors

If you don't undertakers take you under

Are you finish or you done I'm no stunna

I'm a man of my word keep shit 100

Some of these Niggaz hate it but these bitches love it

I keep telling Chuck we need a bigger budget

We don’t need it fuck it oh yeah we running this

All the bitches want the dick niggaz hating but ain’t doing shit

Tell the brotha light the spliff If I’m sending shots no it’s not a diss

In us we trust till the casket dip no bullshit

In the summer you won’t catch me in a 4 door

Always on a Harley with my rags on

I got love for my brothers but my heart torn

If shit hit the fan I would blast for em

Tell me what you know about a outlaw

When you know that your colors can make a gun draw

But ya loyalty got you willing to die for

What the fuck on ya back Fuck dem fuck boys