Outlaw is the man. Been watching for a while now, but the fact he put out a legit album and it’s actually good makes me respect this man so much. Talented dude 👏
I like all this people how does this songs jawg boys, upchurch, outlaw,lacsand more totally respect them taking time to do all there hard work they do love guys
[Verse 1: Outlaw] Weighin' in the big bucks is where I be I got shine in the stumps as far as you can see Country Al Capone to find me you need a drone Walk up in my woods and get a broadhead to the dome I got frog gigs, trot lines Catfish hooks, and sharpened buck tines It's all for you if you cross me for the last time I'll put you down together while listening to Patsy Cline And all my competition movin' like molasses Got girls cookin' shine so I can look at their fat asses Ridin' into town on my horse with the force They always tryin' to catch me but I communicate in Morse Death to the carpetbagger always look dapper Hit him with the dagger put his ass up on a platter And feed me (feed me) I'm hungry mothertruckers Just tryna make some money get out and burn rubber [Chorus: Outlaw] Shot caller from a holler We just tryna to make a dollar Dirt road scholar backwoods baller Come to our holler and you gon' get slaughtered Shot caller from a holler We just tryna make a dollar Dirt road Don backwoods brawn If they got a problem we tell 'em to bring it on [Verse 2: C-Hubb] Shot caller from a holler Born in that muddy muddy where dirty pigs waller Deep in the thicket where them yuppies cannot follow Homegrown hemp is growin' but them pines grow taller Got a slew full of trot lines woods full of drop tines Everybody got shine sample some but not mine 'Cause that shit'll put some hair on your chest Looking like a wooly mammoth need some Nair on my chest, yeah The smoke dog told me don't you trust a city slicker And naw she ain't a keeper if that girl don't shoot the liquor These city chickie's can't handle our southern ways On Saturday we wasted, Sunday morning we prayin' Couple country spitters represent the grand division Created such a buzz we need a Narcan prescription We got it out the mud and built it out of rough lumber Used to barely mutter now we blarin' thunder buddy [Chorus: Outlaw] I'm a shot caller from a holler We just tryna to make a dollar Dirt road scholar backwoods baller Come to our holler and you gon' get slaughtered Shot caller from a holler We just tryna make a dollar Dirt road Don backwoods brawn If they got a problem we tell 'em to bring it on [Verse 3: Fatt Tarr] Back in the woods gettin' me a dip (gettin' me a dip) Outlaw and them boys are back again (back again) Drinkin' blended bourbon flowin' straight up out the barrel King Tut in the woods still slingin' arrows Daddy call me fat even though I know I'm narrow Mess around and I'ma have to hit with a chair boe Mowin' and tillin' and grillin' I'ma bout to get back to my roots on Pissin' on the tree about to put my Justin boots on Busting out the tree house got the bong bubblin' Big boobs bustin' out their blouses and I'm lovin' it I'm drunk at competition and disobeyin' the government With the damn tax man can kiss my I've had enough of him Still, callin' shots from the tree stand Still, goin' nuts call us pecans Still, goin' strong can't stop me Backwoods badass that is what they call me [Chorus: Outlaw] Shot caller from a holler Holler holler Dirt road scholar backwoods baller Come to our holler and you gon' get slaughtered Shot caller from a holler Holler holler Dirt road Don backwoods brawn If they gotta problem we tell 'em to bring it on
Just think, all this is for fun. Imagine what he could do if he was interested enough to go all out on music alone? Don't believe me? look at Rambler or Tell it to the Bottle.
