Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outlaw, artist - Russ. Date of issue: 06.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Outlaw |
| Yeah, just copped a mansion and my parents a crib |
| Listening to doubt never worked for me but my arrogance did |
| They love to hate, they love to hate |
| How ironic, I know |
| She loves my long hair and my tattoos |
| How iconic, I know |
| Women pounce often and my sound poppin' |
| Y’all are clout hoppin', while i’m house shoppin' |
| You should make more moves and less announcements |
| I’m having sex with spouses |
| Watch me invest in counters, I got the best accountants |
| I’m looking at the aftermath upon my hours |
| Unfortunately, I barely take the time to smell my flowers |
| Used to move around a lot |
| Used to have to pack couches |
| Now I’m on the road playing shows for packed houses |
| Now I’m in Toronto smoking maple leaves |
| I got the catalog of branches outside of the label street |
| You can’t label me, I made all my shots |
| But that was when the crowd was ghost |
| Now the world is watching me |
| Time to go repeat results |
| I’m the outlaw |
| I do my thing and talk my shit and run my mouth off |
| I never really ever gave a fuck about y’all |
| Got a lot of hits left like a southpaw |
| Without y’all |
| I been in the Dominican swimmin' in thick women with skin like cinnamon bitches |
| 'til Tuesday |
| Don’t you ever talk to me crazy, you still got roommates |
| Went platinum out a suitcase, y’all too fake, y’all debut came and went |
| And I’m throwing the |
| Ta-da, bitch I’m here, y’all pop up and disappear |
| I bump Bianca in Bahamas, I want 20 mill this year |
| What y’all know 'bout doin' sold out shows around the globe, I bring the hoes |
| out |
| The come-up's documented, you should scroll down |
| And peep game |
| You can say he changed |
| 'Cause he went in a, but he landed where he aimed |
| So, bump the chest you thumpin' |
| Fuck the threats you published |
| I’m up in yo city and doing shows, address is public (ah!) |
| Never listen to the churches |
| I listen to Kanye, Eminem, Nipsey, J. Cole, Kendrick, Drake and Jay-Z verses |
| Rappers the new sermon, rappers are the preachers |
| Rappers are the doctors and the teachers, the world leaders |
| I’m the outlaw |
| I do my thing and talk my shit and run my mouth off |
| I never really ever gave a fuck about y’all |
| Got a lot of hits left like a southpaw |
| Without y’all |
| People say I’m cocky, people say I’m arrogant |
| I think lack of confidence is very un-American |
| Miss me with comparisons |
| Y’all can’t hold a candle to me, you gon' need more paraffin |
| Bunch of fuckin' zombies poppin' pills and sippin' heroin |
| Y’all are so embarrassin' |
| Got your wifey runnin' all her fingers through my hair again |
| Starin' in her soul, your bitch has no control |
| She’s lookin' at my platinum plaques, your bitch ass still in gold |
| Hot globally, you hot locally |
| I’m noticing this game hasn’t really noticed me |
| It’s okay, I understand |
| I wasn’t in your plan |
| They all gon' come around 'cause I’m the motherfuckin' man |
| I was right about what, I was wrong about when |
| I’m livin' right right now, 'cause I was right back then |
| I was right about what, I was wrong about when |
| I’m livin' right right now, 'cause I was right back then, bitch |
| I’m the outlaw |
| I do my thing and talk my shit and run my mouth off |
| I never really ever gave a fuck about y’all |
| Got a lot of hits left like a southpaw |
| Without y’all |
| I’m the outlaw |
| I do my thing and talk my shit and run my mouth off |
| I never really ever gave a fuck about y’all |
| Got a lot of hits left like a southpaw |
| Without y’all |