Tekst Utworu

(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)
Writer(s): Adolph Robert Thornton Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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