Never Had It

Young Thug

[Hook - Young Thug:]
P*ssy n*ggas actin' like they never had sh*t
All these b*tches actin' like they never had sh*t
I got a bad b*tch, she said she always had sh*t
All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy
Catch that n*gga slippin', I'm a do 'em nasty
Check out my attire, this expensive fabric
We can wrestle just like Randy Savage
My jewelry as cold as an attic
The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out
I'm a walk in and clutch it like it's a war house
All your b*tches that's busted, they live in your house
What goes up goes down, my n*gga, north south
I done ran up them M's without a tour now
She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now
These n*ggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now
I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now

[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
Hopped out my bed and hopped right in a foreign
B*tch don't get close, this a mothaf*ckin' warning
S*ck that d*ck good, I'm the mothaf*ckin' warden
She runnin' away from my weed like it farted
She don't wanna swallow so I put it on her neck
I beat that p*ssy up, she loud as a parade
I got 1 million but only 10 in the bank
I taste a sample, I only buy if it's dank
I cook fishscale, and sang to her at the same time like Tank
I was born in '91, 23 with a whole lotta stain
5 star mothaf*cka
Baby can you feel my pain?
All my diamonds need to be drained
I got a gangsta b*tch that's gon' bang
And I got racks up, I can't complain
And all my dogs, they're dirty, check for mange
And all I gotta do is reserve your brains
And I'm a gangsta, my nuts, they gone hang
Who said you was straight? Boy you need to be retained

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[Verse 2 - Young Dolph:]
Took the Rollie off, put the Breitling back on
Walk in the room and I cut the lights on
Why you spending like that? Cause I ain't ever had sh*t
This that real n*gga PaperWrap, YSL sh*t
Never loved a b*tch but I love money
In the church payin' my tithes with drug money
Went and got a new plug, got mama a new house
And a couple new coupes, that's how a young n*gga live
Couple b*tches, good weed that how a n*gga chill
Top floor, penthouse, still crackin' seals
Them Houston n*ggas be like, "That young n*gga trill"
Them New York n*ggas say that young n*gga ill
My mama always told me dress to kill
My uncle always told me pack the steel
That n*gga Thugger, that's my mothaf*ckin' brotha
From a motherf*ckin' other, I'm a show you how to make magic
The f*ck is you mad at?
Got your b*tch dancin' all in my spot with no panties
I said, "B*tch where your mothaf*ckin' man at?
F*ck that, where your friends at?" Dammit
Sold 50 p's, hold it, have to bag it
That little b*tch you lovin' on, I been had it
Pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty
Mama call all my big booty b*tches trashy

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