Outlaw Russ

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, just copped a mansion and my parents a crib
Listening to doubt never worked for me but my arrogance did
They love to hate, they love to hate, how ironic, I know
She loves my long hair and my tattoos, how iconic, I know
Women pounce often and my sound poppin'
Y'all are clout hoppin', while I'm house shoppin'
You should make more moves and less announcements
I'm having sex with spouses
Watch me invest and count this, I got the best accountants
I'm looking at the aftermath off all my hours
Unfortunately, I rarely take the time to smell my flowers
Used to move around a lot, used to have to pack houses
Now I'm on the road playing shows for packed houses
Now I'm in Toronto smokin' maple leaves
I got the catalog of branches outside of the label's tree
You can't label me, I made all my shots
But that was when the crowd was ghost
Now the world is watching me, time to go repeat results

[Chorus]
I'm an outlaw
I do my thing and talk my shit and run my mouth off
I never really ever gave a fuck about y'all
I got a lot of hits left like a southpaw
Without y'all