| It’s ninety degrees outside |
| I got the TEC on |
| , I’m actin' bad Dru |
| But I’m actin' bad, while I’m playin' this song |
| Word to my mother, |
| (Oh, yeah) |
| Hahahaha |
| We out, we in the spot with this Twelvyy shit (Grrah) |
| I popped out, I’m feelin' majestic |
| Connected, kinetic, she bend it like Beckham |
| She feelin' neglected, she artsy eclectic |
| She taught me 'bout Brexit like cabbage and lettuce |
| She love her some cantaloupe, a legend like Manigault |
| Give her the antidote, she strip and them bands’ll go |
| Singin' like Manilow, fire cause the candle lit |
| Purple the amethyst, whole lotta cannabis |
| Know what the answer is, cruise through Los Angeles |
| Holy evangelist, how do you manage this? |
| Ivy, I handle this, bloody like bandages |
| Drove out to Philly, I want me some sandwiches |
| Shout out to Gillie, I been like the man with this |
| My bitch from the 'Stuy, she gon swipe us some cameras |
| Drum on the line, better keep it a band with us |
| I ran up a dozen, I’m headed to Canada |
| Always us (Yeah, yeah), always us (Yeah, yeah) |
| Never them though (Though), never them, dawg (Dawg) |
| Yeah, always us (Yeah, yeah), always us (Yeah, yeah) |
| Guns akimbo (Ayy), guns akimbo (Yeah) |
| Always us (Yeah, yeah), always us (Yeah, yeah) |
| Never them though (Though), never them, dawg (Dawg) |
| Always us (Yeah, yeah), always us (Yeah, yeah) |
| Guns akimbo (Ayy), guns akimbo (Yeah) |
| I’m doin' some dirt, got a bro that’s a janitor |
| Just got my license, I’m swervin' like Danica |
| Jumped off the balcony, held on the banister |
| Dillinger cylinder pop out the canister |
| Scored a one-hunnid, they like how I landed |
| Showin' her nipples, she popped out like Janet |
| The way that I got it, I’m not from this planet |
| Ain’t cop outta stores, had to grow it organic |
| Not gonna fall, buildin' bridges with bandits |
| If not in the hood, got a room at The Standard |
| Won’t do us no good and they can’t understand it |
| The baggie was brown and it’s filled with the candy |
| I got some momentum, I risk it, I chance it |
| I’m Dickie Vitale, they diaper, they dandy |
| I’m strapped in the hood, got the grip in the fanny |
| They knowin' my motto, I love how they chant it |
| Always us (Yeah, yeah), always us (Yeah, yeah) |
| Never them though (Though), never them, dawg (Dawg) |
| Yeah, always us (Yeah, yeah), always us (Yeah, yeah) |
| Guns akimbo (Ayy), guns akimbo (Yeah) |
| Always us (Yeah, yeah), always us (Yeah, yeah) |
| Never them though (Though), never them, dawg (Dawg) |
| Always us (Yeah, yeah), always us (Yeah, yeah) |
| Guns akimbo (Ayy), guns akimbo (Yeah) |
| I head to Miami, them beaches with Sandy |
| I had to stay low, my bitch keep to sway me |
| Call up Penelope, |
| and Tammy |
| Always us, yeah |
| She got friends? All she needs |