[talking:] 

Outlaw Season baby, yeah 

Sir Daily baby, yeah 



[Sir Daily:] 

These hoes on you dog, like fleas and ticks 

Trying to break the raw hogg, cause my cheese is thick 

Nope I squeeze the clip, and let off a few hollows 

Pop the top off a pint, take a few swallows 

And let it marinate, here on a carrot chase 

Yeah real recognize real, and we embarrass fakes 

Pull up pass your plates, in a Jag that's great 

Roof down through your town, with plenty glass to skate 

I'm so glad they hate, it make me shine mo' 

Spitting hits and talking shit, to make my shine grow 

I puff pounds though, of that fine dro 

On spinning rims, when I stop they rewind slow 

Check my chest it's a mess, you could find snow 

My wrist lit like a light, where the time go 

Yup I mean my watch, I got schemes and plots 

Calicoes AK's, and infra beams on glocks 

Don't make me pop off, and show you what that thang do 

I'm rolling with the same crew, that's crawling everything blue 

Don't make me pop off, and show you what that thang do 

I'm rolling with that same crew, that's crawling everything blue 



[Kyleon:] 

I put the snow up in a bag, and seal it in a zip-lock 

Head to the kitchen, get harder than a grip lock 

Grab the pyrex, and dump in the caine mayn 

Then add a lil' water, work magic like Blaine mayn 

Now that's the recipe, to cook up killer 

I'm on the grind, if you niggaz trying to look up Killa 

I'm on the corner, like a street light 

I'm like a box of Crayolas, Kyleon keep white 

I keep ice, like an ice tray 

Diamonds shining like the sun, got me looking like a nice day 

Boyz N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables 

Boys N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables 

Boyz N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables 

You had your turn, now move back it's our turn haters 

0-5, now belongs to them Blue guys 

Fuck doing a mill, them Outlawz trying to do five 

And pull up in some'ing new, like a blue five 

Doors to the sky, hopping out looking too fly 



[PJ:] 

I came up from nothing, worked my way up to the top 

Now I step on the scene, with a chest full of rocks 

Hustle hard for my spot, can't let a nigga take it 

Every mic that I touch, it's fa sho I'ma break it 

Got these hoes getting naked mayn, taking off they clothes 

Ain't no such thang as love, cause I'm knowing that they hoes 

Need a glass set of fo's, so I could throw em on a Lac 

Hit the park on a Sunday, show them boys how to act 

18's in the back, banging hard in the trunk 

Boss Hogg Outlawz, yeah we known for pulling stunts 

Better act like you know, when them Hoggs hit the do' 

Make one wrong move, then we leaving with your hoe 

Take her straight to the Mo', introduce her to click 

Take my piece out my pants, introduce her to some dick 

We some playas round here, tossing hoes counting riches 

Y'all niggaz know the motto, it's money over bitches what 



[Slim Thug:] 

Slim Thee's the reason, it's Outlaw season 

Gon get use to what you seeing, cause my click ain't leaving 

I be breathing the best smoke, receiving the best throat 

Blue boys getting mo' rich, and leaving the rest broke 

The key's in let's go, the ride and drive 

Long as my niggaz on my side, we gon soul survive surprise 

I'm on my block, in the CL-5 

Old folks use to joke, say I wouldn't be alive 

Alive to see 25, well here I am motherfuckers 

Break the bank no more chuckles, I told you I had hustle 

I told ya that I'ma get it, I told ya that I'ma shine 

Now I'm up here, looking down 

Bad bitches from high school, take a look at who's cooking now 

Thangs change, bet you bitches ain't tooken now 

I'm a motherfucking, beast in the streets 

Done a few shows, and now I can't count all my new hoes 

And stuck dick, in the throat of these slut chicks 

That you call yours, y'all gals all whores 

But bitches still ain't shit, but hoes and tricks 

You know Thugga, trying to get mo' rich mo' quick g'eah 



[Hook: x2] 

Boyz N' Blue, who the fuck are you 

We the Boyz N' Blue, who the fuck are you 

I'm a gangsta, young thug nigga 

And no I don't play, when it comes to my scrilla