🎵 OUTLAWZ // by K. Drease

1 ContributorOUTLAWZ Lyrics [Intro: Simpri & K. Drease] Yeah, uh K. Drease Sim, Sim [Verse One: Simpri] It's a good day to die hard, Bruce Willis The beat so hard so I’m ready for the killing You feeling the way I’m peeling the beat and chilling I do this daily cos I’m willing K. Drease with the sick beats we dey drop heat When we blow trees aim for trophies So high when I wrote these on a dope cheese So I hit pause I'm now fine, can we proceed? (proceed) They say I’m gay, I'm misogynistic characteristic Critics stick this in their head so their thoughts not realistic I guess they’re socially a misfit (misfits) They say I’m too ill to be lеgal (legal) I take a chill pill to be lеthal Who's really gonna fuck with me now? With K. Drease on my side like my side piece now (now) I hate a whistle blower, who’s a little closer? So, I prevent an epiphyseal closure Artificial flower, trash composer Can’t touch my composure Cos he’s a little lower, little slower I guess it's over, K. Drease more grease on my elbow So, I face this, face this imposter (imposter) Rest In Peace, thanks to my piece Time to release my gees to the streets And K. Drease wey gimme this beat It's neat so I guess the beat is deceased Switch, switch, switch, switch Simpri just unleash the beast to rip this beat And to defeat, and eat the beef to serve the piece of Hahaha, take over, take over, take over (we taking over) Just did some lil twist over there [Verse Two: K. Drease] Kronik What you know 'bout cash and budget Asian math, investments and karats? Record clean, still catching charges Bish, don't make me put you in a casket Nigga, got killers who ain't rascals Kill you before you know you're dead You know I don't fuck with the Feds Job done I just wipe my hands Is it trap? Is it rap? I'm not impressed with your crap Matter of fact you're trash (oh you're trash) Got a bad bitch in Texas, she flexes in her Lexus Her money is excess, broke is her exes She's a rogue in her business, not really my business Yeah it's all on me now, ni hao Gimme my crown now, put me in a palanchino El Padrino Nigga you really? Chiquito You're ready to be finito? I'mma ball on you like Figo I damage ya, you're an amateur I go ruthless, your bars are fruitless The truth ain't hard, you're useless I amuse more, you amuse less I abuse more, you abuse less I been doing this shit since you was toothless I knew it, you're clueless AKs are ready to blow your crew yes Bitch don't text us, when we're in Texas Ain't no checkers, it's all chess yes It's all chess, Bitch