Outlaws Video (MV)

We outlaws on the track
I go raw, yeah I run it back
Jamaal Charles man running back
They call me T!ll Presley, king of swing, OG of the trap
Yuh Aye

Look how I been doing this
Already got some views and a gig and yet I'm new to this
Sold out of my shit in Budapest
It's ludicrous
You a fool for this
I been taking lessons now I tutor this
Okay
My momma had me I was born to lead
You follow me on the gram but do not f*ck with me
Waiting for a failure
I'll tell ya bitch get off of me
I hardly ever lose
Unless we're cruising for some hoes, we pick and choosing
Take the biggest one
She so thick, that booty moving
Got me with my jaw hanging down
Wide open
Straight commotion
Search parties looking for me like Billy the kid
You think I wouldn't take your girl, well T!ll already did

When the outlaws come around
All these bitches clapping put they asses down
We turning up like we own the town
Where's your girlfriend, think I need a pal
We outlaws on the track
I go raw, yeah I run it back
Jamaal Charles man running back
They call me T!ll Presley, king of swing, OG of the trap
Yuh

And I'm back now, you wack now
You f*cked with T!ll then you backed out
Tried to keep up with me and you blacked out
Ain't never tell a fib straight facts now
I'm the man and the myth
I'm a legend and a fifth
I'm the man your boyfriend wonders if you f*cking with
Okay
Enough games hoe
I'll go up and get it, Sammy Watkins on the fade doe
Every girl is different, I'm the same bro
I don't even do this for the fame though
Set the tack on fire they say dang Joe
And ya man's a chicken, Bojangles
No dangle
Double tap her picture for the angles
Didn't even have to go, but now all these hoes, begging for Joe
Like the Cincinnati Bengals

When the outlaws come around
All these bitches clapping put they asses down
We turning up like we own the town
Where's your girlfriend, think I need a pal
We outlaws on the track
I go raw, yeah I run it back
Jamaal Charles man running back
They call me T!ll Presley, king of swing, OG of the trap