(*talking*) What Boss Hogg Outlawz, uh PJ uh, the motherf**ing 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 p**y a** n***as, can't f** with me It's Outlaw season, b**h n***as move around Tuck your tail in your a**, I don't wanna hear a sound Po' the Henn in a cup, put the lighter to the dro PJ the Rap Hustler, yeah b**h 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 co*k the Glock and leave that a**, in a blood pool You know the rule shoot first, and ask questions later Not guilty I ain't do it mayn, motherf** a hater Holla later back Thug, and C on the other side Strapped up n***a what, that's how real G's ride [Kyleon] I got em getting bad vibes, like that award show Cause boys know that k**a bring the heat, when I record hoe I got a felon flow, and y'all sh**'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 sh** 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, k**a got the bigger bark I talk cash sh**, and you can hear it when a n***a 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 k**a, all the dope boys go crazy And I ain't Jeezy G, or Weezy Wee But I'm the hottest n***a 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