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 f*ck on ya back F*ck dem f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck on ya back F*ck dem f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ck on ya back F*ck dem f*ck boys