Outlaw

It’s cold outside throw your hoods up.
We’re here for the P give your goods up.
Acting hard really you’re shook up.
Think your f***ing my team good luck!
Edmonton, all day, always throw my hood up high in the sky I’m there nigga look
up!
We ain’t signed, promoters still book us.
High til I die you know I stay kushed up.
Trust, I roll with the dons, I don’t know you I don’t know where you’re from,
but around everyone’s holding heads long.
I hear indirects all over your songs.
Bare childish threats, I know you’re not on