Never Had It (feat. Young Dolph)

Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit
 All these bitches actin' like they never had shit
 I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit
 All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy
 Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty
 Check out my attire, this expensive fabric
 And 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'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house
 All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house
 What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south
 I done ran up them M's without a tour now
 She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now
 These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now
 I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now
 Hopped out my 'vette and hopped right in a foreign
 Bitch don't get close, this a mothafuckin' warning
 Suck that dick good, I'm the mothafuckin' 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 pussy 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 mothafucka) Baby can you feel my pain?
 All my diamonds need to be drained
 I got a gangsta bitch 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
 Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit
 All these bitches actin' like they never had shit
 I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit
 All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy
 Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty
 Check out my attire, this expensive fabric
 And 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'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house
 All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house
 What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south
 I done ran up them M's without a tour now
 She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now
 These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now
 I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now
 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 shit
 This that real nigga Paper Route, YSL shit
 Never loved a bitch 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 nigga live
 Couple bitches, good weed that how a nigga chill
 Top floor, penthouse, still crackin' seals
 Them Houston niggas be like, "That young nigga trill"
 Them New York niggas say that young nigga ill
 My mama always told me dress to kill
 My uncle always told me pack the steel
 That nigga Thugger, that's my mothafuckin' brotha
 From a motherfuckin' other, I'ma show you how to make magic
 The fuck is you mad at?
 Got your bitch dancin' all in my spot with no panties
 I said, "Bitch where your mothafuckin' man at?
 Fuck that, where your friends at?" Dammit
 Sold 50 P's, hold it, have to bag it
 That little bitch you lovin' on, I been had it
 Pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty
 Mama call all my big booty bitches trashy
 Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit
 All these bitches actin' like they never had shit
 I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit
 All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy
 Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty
 Check out my attire, this expensive fabric
 And 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'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house
 All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house
 What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south
 I done ran up them M's without a tour now
 She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now
 These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now
 I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now