Outlawz (feat. Pouya)

I was born with the mind of a madman

Understand, Terror pushin' dust like a fan, goddamn

You just found out that I'm the man, where you been at?

I get more head than a snapback cap

It's been like that since way before we bounced back

We snatchin' diamonds out the glass, and we sell 'em right back

Fuck around and get jacked, nah, you can't have it back

The vanilla villain always keep his train on the track

So give me the cheese, hit the floor

Reid all up in your ho

Bust the .45, nosedive, you ain't make it out the door

Now we standin' toe-to-toe, but I can't stand a filthy ho

You ain't about this life, so check yourself and get ghost

Oh, he ain't know?

I curl hoes toes with my flavor blasted flows

About enough dough to make the ocean explode

This ain't a joke, I ain't a TV show host

I'm with the 305, demon doin' the most

And while we on the subject, you're fuckin' with a suspect

He frontin' that we know that, we fuck him up in public

He probably off that Prozac, swingin' from ball sack

Just got the nine shined, bitch, made, and you don't want that

You can't rap like me, motherfucker, I just started

Comin' to clean it up like Wahlberg in The Departed

So let me pass it off to the OG trendsetter

Microphone shredder, y'all motherfuckers better

Follow me, follow me (Follow me)

I can show you everything you weren't supposed to see

Like your family in the sea, with they feet all in concrete, bitch

Grab your daddy's gun and come with me

(Grab your daddy's gun and come with me)

Follow me, follow me (Follow me)

I can show you everything you weren't supposed to see

Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, better wear a mask

Outlawz in the cut, we 'bout to burn your ass

You don't want me to bring it back to my old ways

It's always my way, baby, all day

It's my day today, I'm playin' with the AK

Got the .40 clappin' broad day, like a baby

I'm feelin' myself, forty thousand on the felt

I got a problem, can somebody get me help?

Better yet, a belt, see me hangin' from my ceiling fan

No, I can't be your Superman 'cause I can't save myself

Baby Bone got a bone to pick with rappers

Thinkin' they slick, they quick to lick the dick

They jumpin' ship to ship, no loyalty

Money, money, money, yeah, the root of evil

Got me jumpin' over backwards, like Evel Knievel

Let me die like Elvis, where I feel my safest

I just pray the opposition don't find where the safe is

My bitches don't get fed until they bring me bread

How many rappers in my city really want me dead?

Hate turned into jealousy, then it turned into bullets

I look my enemy in the eye, yellin', "Pussy, just pull it"

You 'bout that? I doubt that

I took your baby mama straight to Outback

And blew her fucking back out, I'm 'bout that

Follow me, follow me (Follow me)

I can show you everything you weren't supposed to see

Like your family in the sea, with they feet all in concrete, bitch

Grab your daddy's gun and come with me

(Grab your daddy's gun and come with me)

Follow me, follow me (Follow me)

I can show you everything you weren't supposed to see

Like a million in cash, grab the cheddar, better wear a mask

Outlawz in the cut, we 'bout to burn your ass