(feat. Yung Vahn) 



[talking:] 

What Boss Hogg Outlawz, uh 

PJ uh, the motherfucking Rap Hustler what 

Uh it's Outlaw season uh, uh what what what 



[PJ:] 

Layed back chilling, with the mind of a G 

Man these pussy ass niggaz, can't fuck with me 

It's Outlaw season, bitch niggaz move around 

Tuck your tail in your ass, I don't wanna hear a sound 

Po' the Henn in a cup, put the lighter to the dro 

PJ the Rap Hustler, yeah bitch I'm bout to blow 

It's fa sho can't stop it, bank rolls in my pocket 

Cadillac Coupe DeVille, speakers got the trunk knocking 

Hoes bopping when we pull up, our cars are fresh 

Lumivado on my wrist, big badge on my chest 

Oh yes I'm a fool, please don't blow my cool 

I'll cock the glock and leave that ass, in a blood pool 

You know the rule shoot first, and ask questions later 

Not guilty I ain't do it mayn, motherfuck a hater 

Holla later back Thug, and C on the other side 

Strapped up nigga what, that's how real G's ride 



[Kyleon:] 

I got em getting bad vibes, like that award show 

Cause boys know that Killa bring the heat, when I record hoe 

I got a felon flow, and y'all shit's misdemeanor 

I flood the beat with my speech, like Hurricane Katrina 

So act like you got plex, I got a tech with me 

That'll leave your shit twisted, like an evacuee 

I got that work, yeah Kyleon deliver chalk 

From the streets of H-Town, to the River Walk 

I'm the big dog, Killa got the bigger bark 

I talk cash shit, and you can hear it when a nigga talk 

I'm bout a dime dollar sign, so I gotta grind 

Cause being broke than a joke, is so out of line 

I'm in the booth, while these other boys lazy 

So when you play that boy Killa, all the dope boys go crazy 

And I ain't Jeezy G, or Weezy Wee 

But I'm the hottest nigga in this H-Town, please believe it G 



[Hook:] 

This is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers 

This is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers 

This is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers 

Out there on the grind, trying to satisfy the customers 



[Yung Vahn:] 

Let me, introduce myself 

This Yung Vahn, and dog I'm bad for your health 

Might be young, but I got a lot of wealth 

Talk that mess, and I'ma take off my belt 

Man, I represent Texas 

Where people drive wreckless, and pull up in a Lexus 

Half of our people, got they name up in they necklace 

It's the Dirty Dirty, y'all boys gotta respect this 

Ok, I shine like chandelier 

They call me MVP, I sold the rookie of the year 

And I ain't got no problem, spitting that flame up in your ear 

I make boys cry, mo' than a tattoo tear 

Alright, I'm a G anyway 

Like Burger King, cause you could have it your way 

And I work in the studio, all day 

It's called a freestyle, but you still gotta pay whoa