"Always" lyrics
(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)
Always keep yo' 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' (Woah)
When police stop me he say that my car a 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 thirty below zero (Wooooo)
We ain't got a 12, turned to the neighborhood hero (Its 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)
Always keep yo' 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, livin' reckless and fast
Like Michael Jackson, I'm bad
Eight thousand dollar motorcycle jacket, that's swag (Hey)
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 to lie (Hahaha)
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)
Always keep yo' 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)
Always keep yo' 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' (Woah)
When police stop me he say that my car a 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 thirty below zero (Wooooo)
We ain't got a 12, turned to the neighborhood hero (Its 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)
Always keep yo' 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, livin' reckless and fast
Like Michael Jackson, I'm bad
Eight thousand dollar motorcycle jacket, that's swag (Hey)
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 to lie (Hahaha)
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)
Always keep yo' strap on yo' side (Yeah)
Bury me in designer when I die (Yeah)
Writer(s): Adolph R Thornton Jr., Christopher Allen Otis
