Outlaw

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