Wheezy - Never Had It lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Yeah, yeah Yo, yo YSL! [Hook: Young Thug] p**y n***as actin' like they never had sh** All these b**hes actin' like they never had sh** I got a bad b**h, she said she always had sh** All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' gla**y Catch that n***a slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My j**elry as cold as an attic The kushy that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your b**hes thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my n***a, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These n***as 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] Ayy, hopped out my 'vette and hopped right in a foreign Ayy, b**h don't get close, this a mothaf**in' warning Ayy, s** that dick good, I'm the mothaf**in' warden Ayy, 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**y 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 same time like Tank I was born in '91, 23 years old with a whole lotta stain (5 star mothaf**a) Baby can you feel my pain? All my diamonds need to be drained I got a gangsta b**h 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 gon hang Who said you was straight? Boy you need to be retained [Hook: Young Thug] p**y n***as actin' like they never had sh** All these b**hes actin' like they never had sh** I got a bad b**h, she said she always had sh** All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' gla**y Catch that n***a slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My j**elry as cold as an attic The kushy that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your b**hes thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my n***a, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These n***as 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 2: Young Dolph] Took the Rollie off, put the Breitling back on Walk in the room and I cut the lights on Why you spendin' like that? Cause I ain't never had sh** This that real n***a Paper Route, YSL sh** Never loved a b**h but I love money In the church payin' my tithes with drug money...thank you Went and got a new plug, got mama a new house And a couple new coupes, that's how a young n***a live Couple b**hes, good weed that how a n***a chill Top floor, penthouse, still crackin' seals Them Houston n***as be like, "That young n***a trill" Them New York n***as say that young n***a ill...down My mama always told me dress to k** Hey, my uncle always told me pack the steel Hey, that n***a Thugger, that's my mothaf**in' brotha From a motherf**in' 'nother, I'ma show you how to make magic The f** is you mad at? Got your b**h dancin' all in my spot with no panties I said, "b**h where your mothaf**in' man at? f** that, where your friends at?" Dammit Sold 50 P's, hold it, have to bag it That little b**h you lovin' on, I been had it Pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty Mama call all my big booty b**hes trashy [Hook: Young Thug] p**y n***as actin' like they never had sh** All these b**hes actin' like they never had sh** I got a bad b**h, she said she always had sh** All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' gla**y Catch that n***a slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My j**elry as cold as an attic The kushy that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your b**hes thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my n***a, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These n***as thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now