[talking:] 

G'eah what's up with it, Boss Hogg Outlawz 

It's your boy, Slim Thugger 

And this, the motherfucking Outlaw season 

Boyz N Blue, y'all sit back fire up some 

Good motherfucking dro, to ride to that G shit huh 



[PJ:] 

PJ mayn, gotta wreck this track 

Kappa coming up, gotta wet this Lac 

Fiends want work, gotta sell this crack 

Bitch better bring me, no less than a stack 

Sipping on yack, while I puff on dro 

Sitting on my side, is a thick fine hoe 

Bout to jump fly, slide up in the Mo' 

Let this hoe know, she better get my do' 

Moving these bricks, state to state 

Black stamped, Peruvian weight 

I'm a hustler, and you's a fake 

Fuck the FED's, I'm moving weight 

Haters hate, cause I'm on top 

Mad at me, cause I don't stop 

Stacking knots, and snatching bops 

So I ride around, with that plastic glock 

Niggaz look strange, when I come around 

Cause I represent, the Northside of town 

Moving ki's, and moving pounds 

Making these bitch niggaz, lay it down 

Boss Hogg Outlawz, that's my set 

Blue and white diamonds, up on my neck 

Niggaz gon hate, but I demand respect 

Fuck with P, and your ass getting wet 

From 5th Ward, to Acres Home 

Got some killers, that'll blow your dome 

From Greens Road, to Homestead 

Got some killers, that'll bust your head 

All my real niggaz, get your do' 

When a bitch jump fly, nigga hit the hoe 

Got a lil' money, then get some mo' 

Listen to the way, I spit the flow 



[Sir Daily:] 

Like Thug and Three 6, I gotta stay fly 

Puff on a lot, so you know I stay high 

Butter buck seats, in my ride when I ride 

Waves in my head, like I just caught a tide 

First class seats, everytime when I fly 

VVS diamonds, in my chain hanging down 

Hoe cake niggaz, can't claim my town 

And if they got plex, I'm bring my pound 

Release my rounds, then I'ma burn off 

Whipping up work, can't burn my soft 

And if you got work, don't turn down South 

Trying to make a sale, then you getting broke off 

Cause niggaz got masks, and K's and glocks 

And hit your stash, for yay and stocks 

So watch what you say, and play about 

Real down here, Sir Daily I'm out 



[Kyleon:] 

Killa nigga, and I'm chilling at the top mayn 

Got work, if you niggaz trying to cop caine 

Nice shot, when a nigga pull a glock aim 

Riding down, 45 in a drop thang 

22 inch shoes, and my coupe gray 

Cause I gotta stay fly, like Juice J 

Balling like MJ, I'm a deuce trey 

Get out of line, AK'll spray your toupe 

Fuck with Killa Kyleon, and you'll get killed 

Top looking like bananas, get your shit peeled 

I don't know what you heard, but this shit real 

I'll lay a nigga down, like a fifth wheel 

Yellow stones on my wrist, keep my shit chill 

Freeze time, make a nigga shit sit still 

Cold with the flow bro, and my shit ill 

You ain't know, I'm running H-Town this year