Always
(Ceoo, turn that beat up)
It's some shit you just gotta do
Ain't no way around that shit, like straight up for real, for real
Always look a man in the eye (for real)
Never let a bitch see you cry (don't do that)
Always keep yo' Glock on yo' side (hey, hey)
Bury me in designer when I die (uh-huh)
Always look a man in the eye (yeah)
Never let a bitch see you cry (nah)
Ayy, always keep your strap on yo' side (yeah)
Bury me in designer when I die (yeah)
Drinking on that activity, can barely drive (pour up)
Pull up on her, told her jump in, let's go take a ride (let's go)
If he can't look you in yo' eye, then that nigga lying (he lying)
I nod my head and my lil' niggas send some bullets flyin' (whoa)
When police stop me he say that my car one of a kind (thank you)
Yo' girl with me with no panties on, drinking red wine (woo)
She sophisticated (damn), but she a freak though (yeah)
She a freak ho (yeah), touch yo' knees, ho (hey)
My left arm on 30 below zero (woo)
We ain't got a 12, turned to the neighborhood hero (it's Dolph)
Every pocket, I got a motherfuckin' b-roll (bankroll)
I keep winnin' like I got a fuckin' cheat code
Always look a man in the eye (for real)
Never let a bitch see you cry (don't do that)
Always keep yo' Glock on yo' side (hey, hey)
Bury me in designer when I die (uh-huh)
Always look a man in the eye (yeah)
Never let a bitch see you cry (nah)
Ayy, always keep your strap on yo' side (yeah)
Bury me in designer when I die (yeah)
I look my plug in the eye, then I hand him the bag
I blew up in the trap (trap), livin' reckless and fast
Like Michael Jackson, I'm bad
Eight-thousand-dollar motorcycle jacket, that's swag (hey)
Ha, I can't respect a nigga that ain't 'bout his cake, bruh (nah)
"Dolph, you the realest nigga in the game" you late, bruh
Money get low, I call the plug, and I make somethin' shake, bruh (hey)
If I don't make it, I take it, no patience to wait, bruh (uh-uh)
Always keep a Glock and stay fly (stay fly)
And I'm quick to tell a bitch a lie
I asked her, "Can I hit that pussy from the side?" (yeah)
I told my homeboy, "Don't let no busters in my funeral when I die" (hey!)
Always look a man in the eye (for real)
Never let a bitch see you cry (don't do that)
Always keep yo' Glock on yo' side (hey, hey)
Bury me in designer when I die (uh-huh)
Always look a man in the eye (yeah)
Never let a bitch see you cry (nah)
Ayy, always keep your strap on yo' side (yeah)
Bury me in designer when I die (yeah)
It's some shit you just gotta do
Ain't no way around that shit, like straight up for real, for real
Always look a man in the eye (for real)
Never let a bitch see you cry (don't do that)
Always keep yo' Glock on yo' side (hey, hey)
Bury me in designer when I die (uh-huh)
Always look a man in the eye (yeah)
Never let a bitch see you cry (nah)
Ayy, always keep your strap on yo' side (yeah)
Bury me in designer when I die (yeah)
Drinking on that activity, can barely drive (pour up)
Pull up on her, told her jump in, let's go take a ride (let's go)
If he can't look you in yo' eye, then that nigga lying (he lying)
I nod my head and my lil' niggas send some bullets flyin' (whoa)
When police stop me he say that my car one of a kind (thank you)
Yo' girl with me with no panties on, drinking red wine (woo)
She sophisticated (damn), but she a freak though (yeah)
She a freak ho (yeah), touch yo' knees, ho (hey)
My left arm on 30 below zero (woo)
We ain't got a 12, turned to the neighborhood hero (it's Dolph)
Every pocket, I got a motherfuckin' b-roll (bankroll)
I keep winnin' like I got a fuckin' cheat code
Always look a man in the eye (for real)
Never let a bitch see you cry (don't do that)
Always keep yo' Glock on yo' side (hey, hey)
Bury me in designer when I die (uh-huh)
Always look a man in the eye (yeah)
Never let a bitch see you cry (nah)
Ayy, always keep your strap on yo' side (yeah)
Bury me in designer when I die (yeah)
I look my plug in the eye, then I hand him the bag
I blew up in the trap (trap), livin' reckless and fast
Like Michael Jackson, I'm bad
Eight-thousand-dollar motorcycle jacket, that's swag (hey)
Ha, I can't respect a nigga that ain't 'bout his cake, bruh (nah)
"Dolph, you the realest nigga in the game" you late, bruh
Money get low, I call the plug, and I make somethin' shake, bruh (hey)
If I don't make it, I take it, no patience to wait, bruh (uh-uh)
Always keep a Glock and stay fly (stay fly)
And I'm quick to tell a bitch a lie
I asked her, "Can I hit that pussy from the side?" (yeah)
I told my homeboy, "Don't let no busters in my funeral when I die" (hey!)
Always look a man in the eye (for real)
Never let a bitch see you cry (don't do that)
Always keep yo' Glock on yo' side (hey, hey)
Bury me in designer when I die (uh-huh)
Always look a man in the eye (yeah)
Never let a bitch see you cry (nah)
Ayy, always keep your strap on yo' side (yeah)
Bury me in designer when I die (yeah)
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Writer(s): Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
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