Can I have an N-Word pass?
I'm not even black go ask Lil Huddy or something
Yo what it do and what's popping
Y'know it's Outlaw and my bars don't be floppin'
Just pulled in some racks best believe that I coppin'
I just stole your chick you can call that a swappin'
Yeah yeah, hundred bands that's some cash
Big boy y'know gotta keep all my stash
Outlaw be ballin' like LeBron
Y'all already know that's straight facts
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Five bucks a week call that a bands
After bars haters become my fans
Mommy said I need to do chores for money
I jump in a fight if you try to take it from me
I just popped of yeah I ain't no dummy
Get out my way before you get knocked out
You'll get with my BB I ain't sharing the clout
Pull up to Gucci buy a chain with one paycheck
You know I aimin' for that milly
Shut up 'cos I ain't getting silly
We all know that women belong in the kitchen
Time for Tyrone's turn call that lane switchin'
Yo what up baby!
Yo wanna come over to my place and see my extensive collection of Legos?
No!
Yeah I'm rollin' on like a Ferrari
Snitches be snitching just know they be sorry
Me and gang pullin' up to the party
Bitches on bitches you know that we partied
I spy I spy I see snitches
Seein' all my money don't take it from me
Pull up with the Glock then they finished
Yeah shoot your brains out like a scrimmage yeah
BB on BB on racks on racks I getting twelve dollars a week
Don't mess with me, Don't mess with me I'm going bad just like Meek
I'm clapping no cappin' don't you come and fight me
I'm flexing these bands on the money I'm 9 feet
I'm too cold I'm too cold I just feel so icy
Got rolly on wrist best believe it so pricey
Yeah we pullin' up on them racks
We bust down on them we don't take it back
I can slam you I'm practically Shaq
I throw the dimes I'm quarterback
I don't got the time just throw it all back
We cruisin' down street, yeah Glock on my side
This isn't the law, we do not abide
We charged with a crime, I don't testify
Outlaw on the 808
I'm dropping bars right out the gate
Stop talking I don't take the hate
I got money all on my plate
Bribed FBI I gotta clean slate
Shoot my shot you know it hit
Travis Scott we keep it lit
I whip out Lambo then I go commando
The gold, the ice on my wrist
Chris Paul ballin' I got the assist
Straight outta houston Astros got a ring
You say that I'm trash yeah I am the shit
Rackin' on rackin' outlaw on the beat
Lo$ Balla$$ be ballin' pull up on the street
I ain't no DaBaby I don't like no feet
You look at my grillz, yeah they glow up my teeth
Yeah we pullin' up on them racks
We bust down on them we don't take it back
I can slam you I'm practically Shaq
I throw the dimes I'm quarterback
I don't got the time just throw it all back
We cruisin' down street, yeah Glock on my side
This isn't the law, we do not abide
We charged with a crime, I don't testify
Yeah we pullin' up on them racks
We bust down on them we don't take it back
I can slam you I'm practically Shaq
I throw the dimes I'm quarterback
I don't got the time just throw it all back
We cruisin' down street, yeah Glock on my side
This isn't the law, we do not abide
We charged with a crime, I don't testify
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Can I have an N-Word pass?
I'm not even black go ask Lil Huddy or something
Yo what it do and what's popping
Y'know it's Outlaw and my bars don't be floppin'
Just pulled in some racks best believe that I coppin'
I just stole your chick you can call that a swappin'
Yeah yeah, hundred bands that's some cash
Big boy y'know gotta keep all my stash
Outlaw be ballin' like LeBron
Y'all already know that's straight facts
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Five bucks a week call that a bands
After bars haters become my fans
Mommy said I need to do chores for money
I jump in a fight if you try to take it from me
I just popped of yeah I ain't no dummy
Get out my way before you get knocked out
You'll get with my BB I ain't sharing the clout
Pull up to Gucci buy a chain with one paycheck
You know I aimin' for that milly
Shut up 'cos I ain't getting silly
We all know that women belong in the kitchen
Time for Tyrone's turn call that lane switchin'
Yo what up baby!
Yo wanna come over to my place and see my extensive collection of Legos?
No!
Yeah I'm rollin' on like a Ferrari
Snitches be snitching just know they be sorry
Me and gang pullin' up to the party
Bitches on bitches you know that we partied
I spy I spy I see snitches
Seein' all my money don't take it from me
Pull up with the Glock then they finished
Yeah shoot your brains out like a scrimmage yeah
BB on BB on racks on racks I getting twelve dollars a week
Don't mess with me, Don't mess with me I'm going bad just like Meek
I'm clapping no cappin' don't you come and fight me
I'm flexing these bands on the money I'm 9 feet
I'm too cold I'm too cold I just feel so icy
Got rolly on wrist best believe it so pricey
Yeah we pullin' up on them racks
We bust down on them we don't take it back
I can slam you I'm practically Shaq
I throw the dimes I'm quarterback
I don't got the time just throw it all back
We cruisin' down street, yeah Glock on my side
This isn't the law, we do not abide
We charged with a crime, I don't testify
Outlaw on the 808
I'm dropping bars right out the gate
Stop talking I don't take the hate
I got money all on my plate
Bribed FBI I gotta clean slate
Shoot my shot you know it hit
Travis Scott we keep it lit
I whip out Lambo then I go commando
The gold, the ice on my wrist
Chris Paul ballin' I got the assist
Straight outta houston Astros got a ring
You say that I'm trash yeah I am the shit
Rackin' on rackin' outlaw on the beat
Lo$ Balla$$ be ballin' pull up on the street
I ain't no DaBaby I don't like no feet
You look at my grillz, yeah they glow up my teeth
Yeah we pullin' up on them racks
We bust down on them we don't take it back
I can slam you I'm practically Shaq
I throw the dimes I'm quarterback
I don't got the time just throw it all back
We cruisin' down street, yeah Glock on my side
This isn't the law, we do not abide
We charged with a crime, I don't testify
Yeah we pullin' up on them racks
We bust down on them we don't take it back
I can slam you I'm practically Shaq
I throw the dimes I'm quarterback
I don't got the time just throw it all back
We cruisin' down street, yeah Glock on my side
This isn't the law, we do not abide
We charged with a crime, I don't testify
I'm not even black go ask Lil Huddy or something
Yo what it do and what's popping
Y'know it's Outlaw and my bars don't be floppin'
Just pulled in some racks best believe that I coppin'
I just stole your chick you can call that a swappin'
Yeah yeah, hundred bands that's some cash
Big boy y'know gotta keep all my stash
Outlaw be ballin' like LeBron
Y'all already know that's straight facts
Yuh Yuh Yuh
Five bucks a week call that a bands
After bars haters become my fans
Mommy said I need to do chores for money
I jump in a fight if you try to take it from me
I just popped of yeah I ain't no dummy
Get out my way before you get knocked out
You'll get with my BB I ain't sharing the clout
Pull up to Gucci buy a chain with one paycheck
You know I aimin' for that milly
Shut up 'cos I ain't getting silly
We all know that women belong in the kitchen
Time for Tyrone's turn call that lane switchin'
Yo what up baby!
Yo wanna come over to my place and see my extensive collection of Legos?
No!
Yeah I'm rollin' on like a Ferrari
Snitches be snitching just know they be sorry
Me and gang pullin' up to the party
Bitches on bitches you know that we partied
I spy I spy I see snitches
Seein' all my money don't take it from me
Pull up with the Glock then they finished
Yeah shoot your brains out like a scrimmage yeah
BB on BB on racks on racks I getting twelve dollars a week
Don't mess with me, Don't mess with me I'm going bad just like Meek
I'm clapping no cappin' don't you come and fight me
I'm flexing these bands on the money I'm 9 feet
I'm too cold I'm too cold I just feel so icy
Got rolly on wrist best believe it so pricey
Yeah we pullin' up on them racks
We bust down on them we don't take it back
I can slam you I'm practically Shaq
I throw the dimes I'm quarterback
I don't got the time just throw it all back
We cruisin' down street, yeah Glock on my side
This isn't the law, we do not abide
We charged with a crime, I don't testify
Outlaw on the 808
I'm dropping bars right out the gate
Stop talking I don't take the hate
I got money all on my plate
Bribed FBI I gotta clean slate
Shoot my shot you know it hit
Travis Scott we keep it lit
I whip out Lambo then I go commando
The gold, the ice on my wrist
Chris Paul ballin' I got the assist
Straight outta houston Astros got a ring
You say that I'm trash yeah I am the shit
Rackin' on rackin' outlaw on the beat
Lo$ Balla$$ be ballin' pull up on the street
I ain't no DaBaby I don't like no feet
You look at my grillz, yeah they glow up my teeth
Yeah we pullin' up on them racks
We bust down on them we don't take it back
I can slam you I'm practically Shaq
I throw the dimes I'm quarterback
I don't got the time just throw it all back
We cruisin' down street, yeah Glock on my side
This isn't the law, we do not abide
We charged with a crime, I don't testify
Yeah we pullin' up on them racks
We bust down on them we don't take it back
I can slam you I'm practically Shaq
I throw the dimes I'm quarterback
I don't got the time just throw it all back
We cruisin' down street, yeah Glock on my side
This isn't the law, we do not abide
We charged with a crime, I don't testify
Writer: Tyrone Paddock
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid