(Outlaw1)

The Wallabee's is suede I rock the butter pecan joints
Chocolate and that ass phat but she Puerto Rican
Dinero in casino, see what blind love get you
Play the black jack table, in a pink suit
Flee the scene in a Cadillac
Plug keep throwing me bricks to the chest
Put on muscle with this hustle I run it back til cardiac arrest
Pollo primavera in other words I'm fucking with them chicken breasts

Iceberg sweater on
Something like Tommy Bunz shit
Genovese and me switches on the Tommy Gun
Stripes on tracksuit
If I test the subs, you know Im'a play Run
DMC, stamina hard keep up with me
My padrona bagging quarters
Watching the waves at Madrona
I rose from the Upper Left Corner, bitch
Prices up and down, Impala switches
64 all blue I call it Cleo
Imma gator in that water
Say prayers daily Tebow

Hold up let my dogs bark

Ben Davis, Pendelton flannel
Imma nightmare for this block, Debo
And I love pretty women that get messy with that deep throat
Long shore man in them waters
Expensive taste in my clothes
Ralph goods tag on the peacoat
38 snub nose
Imma outlaw everyday
But today that's the the one I chose

(Genovese)

2 bills on the bucket hat, 6 on the sneakers
Mets just beat the Marlins, we bet from the bleachers
Shorty fine and she eyeing, got a sweat like a fever
This denim is from Japan we ain't spending at Neimans
It's fire and brimstone if you testing my demons
Leave the block all smellin like sulfur and Glock smoke
Wit some C's from the Floss that be talkin' like Pop Smoke

Stay cozy in a TNF Goretex I'm gorgeous
And shorty want face like a portrait, she flawless
We hover over strings like guitar pics, we lawless
Ya lordship back on his bully like James Hopkins

I pay homage and catch lobs like Jacob Toppin
No comment, way they rhymin don't match my climate
Way they rhymin don't match my climate
The sermon spits prolific, in German whips with triplets
Spellbound like Wiccans
We open bricks with scissors
Sprinkle that in the track give a buzz to the listener
Tell ya bitch ima Stunner like Stone Cold with the finisher
Boots hit the stage and we make ya clique look miniature
We Outlaws, ya just law abiding citizens