Outlaws Lyrics – DDG

Read the full Outlaws lyrics by DDG along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ddg’s music, you can also explore GTA and Fine shyt, two other songs by Ddg.

[Intro: Shaboozey]
Aye-uh, uh-uh
Me and DDG
We some cowboys, we some outlaws
Alright, yeah

[Chorus: Shaboozey]
Walking, stepping on s*it, how the fu*k these boots feel?
Yeah, we sliding, yeah, off-road, four wheels
Walking South, we blowing money like a windmill
Thinking my partner ain’t gon’ do it, yeah, he still will
[Verse 1: Shaboozey]
Pockets big like Texas, whiskey in my section
Hit ’em in a Chevy truck, I drive it like a Tesla
Swerve and hit the corner like I’m Gelo
I got Lucchese on my feet, these ain’t no shell toes
Seven-fifty, fu*k these b!tches, walking through the kitchen
Something smell like biscuits, I’m still counting chicken
This country lil’ different, this Bisquick, yeah, I miss it
It’s bread in the oven, lil’ mama come and get it
Me and DDG, yeah, we some outlaws
Big iron on me, it’s a quick draw
Everybody ’round me keep revolvers
Never talked alot, that’s what they taught us, yeah

[Chorus: Shaboozey]
Walking, stepping on s*it, how the fu*k these boots feel?
Yeah, we sliding, yeah, off-road, four wheels
Walking South, we blowing money like a windmill
Think my partner ain’t gon’ do it, yeah, he still will

[Verse 2: DDG]
Red Dead Redemption, me and Shaboozey on missions
Riding through the country, not in Detroit but I’m on a piston
Revolver to his head if I feel like it’s some tension
We cowboys with the bread, we don’t check no price, we spend it

All that lil’ tough talk and s*it, you ain’t gon end us
All these big ass rocks on my wrist cold like November (Glass)
All my family turnt up in this b!tch, we like the Jenners
When I won’t on top of my s*it? I can’t remember, yeah, okay
Watch one thirty, you ain’t seen one
I don’t want no friendly b!tch, I want a mean one
Jack Daniels in my body, I can’t see nothing
We gon’ keep on taking shots until we green one, okay

[Chorus: Shaboozey]
Walking, stepping on s*it, how the fu*k these boots feel?
Yeah, we sliding, yeah, off-road, four wheels
Walking South, we blowing money like a windmill
Think my partner ain’t gon’ do it, yeah, he still will