"Outlaw" lyrics
So, that's crazy
You go from seeing the crowds of kids to this
I just don't understand
Mama, I'm sorry, I'm an outlaw
I love to pop my shit and drink alcohol
Daddy didn't raise me to be a family man
So now I'm out here shooting shots like I don't give a damn
I pop shit, I drop shit, no second guess
Beezy raised me up on Glocks, I don't do Smith & Wessons
I'm a country boy, but I'm at the corner store
With a thirty-round clip tucked in my waist
My flannel won't let it show
Just knocked the bottom of the bottom of some Hennessy
Got whiskey friends asking what the hell got into me
But I was on the 808s since I was 17
What the fuck you mean?
Back in the 305, surrounded by Dracos and rappers sipping lean
Lean, lean
I didn't really mean, mean, mean to 'cause a big scene
I'm a spitting image of my Uncle Lance
Y'all don't know him, I don't expect for y'all to understand
Mama, I'm sorry, I'm an outlaw
I love to pop my shit and drink alcohol
Daddy didn't raise me to be a family man
So now I'm out here shooting shots like I don't give a damn
I'm turning into the problem they made me out to be
I try my best to be the guy that they wanted me to be
No, that ain't me
Those lovey songs that gets me pissed off
Why the fuck you smiling for? She's probably cheating, homie
I dissed what's-her-name when I found out she was cheating on me
She would grab that, her best friend got jet lag at my BnB
Hope you happy, baby, you got everything you asked for
You the one who crossed the line
So tell me what the fuck you mad for
This a R-O-L-E-S, no, bitch, this ain't no Michael Kors
This the type of shit, shit that he wake up and bust his ass for
Could've had the fine things, diamond rings
But now it's just me, myself, and these diamond chains
Mama told me, "Pick these women, even if they were wrong"
I tried my best with all my chest to say I'd make a song
Mama, I'm sorry, I'm an outlaw
I love to pop my shit and drink alcohol
Daddy didn't raise me to be a family man
So now I'm out here shooting shots like I don't give a damn
I'm turning into the problem they made me out to be
I try my best to be the guy that they wanted me to be
Now that ain't me
You go from seeing the crowds of kids to this
I just don't understand
Mama, I'm sorry, I'm an outlaw
I love to pop my shit and drink alcohol
Daddy didn't raise me to be a family man
So now I'm out here shooting shots like I don't give a damn
I pop shit, I drop shit, no second guess
Beezy raised me up on Glocks, I don't do Smith & Wessons
I'm a country boy, but I'm at the corner store
With a thirty-round clip tucked in my waist
My flannel won't let it show
Just knocked the bottom of the bottom of some Hennessy
Got whiskey friends asking what the hell got into me
But I was on the 808s since I was 17
What the fuck you mean?
Back in the 305, surrounded by Dracos and rappers sipping lean
Lean, lean
I didn't really mean, mean, mean to 'cause a big scene
I'm a spitting image of my Uncle Lance
Y'all don't know him, I don't expect for y'all to understand
Mama, I'm sorry, I'm an outlaw
I love to pop my shit and drink alcohol
Daddy didn't raise me to be a family man
So now I'm out here shooting shots like I don't give a damn
I'm turning into the problem they made me out to be
I try my best to be the guy that they wanted me to be
No, that ain't me
Those lovey songs that gets me pissed off
Why the fuck you smiling for? She's probably cheating, homie
I dissed what's-her-name when I found out she was cheating on me
She would grab that, her best friend got jet lag at my BnB
Hope you happy, baby, you got everything you asked for
You the one who crossed the line
So tell me what the fuck you mad for
This a R-O-L-E-S, no, bitch, this ain't no Michael Kors
This the type of shit, shit that he wake up and bust his ass for
Could've had the fine things, diamond rings
But now it's just me, myself, and these diamond chains
Mama told me, "Pick these women, even if they were wrong"
I tried my best with all my chest to say I'd make a song
Mama, I'm sorry, I'm an outlaw
I love to pop my shit and drink alcohol
Daddy didn't raise me to be a family man
So now I'm out here shooting shots like I don't give a damn
I'm turning into the problem they made me out to be
I try my best to be the guy that they wanted me to be
Now that ain't me
Writer(s): Nolan Herrmann, Jonathan Horne
