Outlaws

We outlaws on the track I go raw, yeah I run it back Jamaal Charles man running back They call me T!ll Presley, king of swing, OG of the trap Yuh Aye Look how I been doing this Already got some views and a gig and yet I'm new to this Sold out of my shit in Budapest It's ludicrous You a fool for this I been taking lessons now I tutor this Okay My momma had me I was born to lead You follow me on the gram but do not f*ck with me Waiting for a failure I'll tell ya bitch get off of me I hardly ever lose Unless we're cruising for some hoes, we pick and choosing Take the biggest one She so thick, that booty moving Got me with my jaw hanging down Wide open Straight commotion Search parties looking for me like Billy the kid You think I wouldn't take your girl, well T!ll already did When the outlaws come around All these bitches clapping put they asses down We turning up like we own the town Where's your girlfriend, think I need a pal We outlaws on the track I go raw, yeah I run it back Jamaal Charles man running back They call me T!ll Presley, king of swing, OG of the trap Yuh And I'm back now, you wack now You fucked with T!ll then you backed out Tried to keep up with me and you blacked out Ain't never tell a fib straight facts now I'm the man and the myth I'm a legend and a fifth I'm the man your boyfriend wonders if you fucking with Okay Enough games hoe I'll go up and get it, Sammy Watkins on the fade doe Every girl is different, I'm the same bro I don't even do this for the fame though Set the tack on fire they say dang Joe And ya man's a chicken, Bojangles No dangle Double tap her picture for the angles Didn't even have to go, but now all these hoes, begging for Joe Like the Cincinnati Bengals When the outlaws come around All these bitches clapping put they asses down We turning up like we own the town Where's your girlfriend, think I need a pal We outlaws on the track I go raw, yeah I run it back Jamaal Charles man running back They call me T!ll Presley, king of swing, OG of the trap