Never Had It

(album: Barter 6 - 2015)

[Young Thug:]
Wheezy Beats
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, yo
YSL, uh

Pussy niggas acting like they never had shit
All these bitches acting like they never had shit
I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit
All these flawless diamonds, yeah they looking glassy
Catch that nigga slipping, 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 kushy that I smoke'll blow your lungs out
I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house
All your bitches that's busted, they live in your house
What goes up come 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 pursuing at all my shows now

Ayy, hopped out my 'Vette and hopped right in a foreign (Skrrt)
Ayy, bitch don't get close, that's a motherfucking warning (Warning you)
Ayy, suck that dick good, I'm the motherfucking warden (Suck it up, suck it)
Ayy, she running away from my weed like it farted (Woah, woah, woah)
She don't wan' swallow so I put it on her neck (What?)
I beat that pussy up, she loud as a parade (Bitch)
I got one million but only ten in the bank (Racks)
I taste a sample, I only buy if it's dank (Coogi)
I cook fishscale, and sang to her same time like Tank (What?)
I was born in '91, 23 years old with a whole lotta stain (Five-star motherfucker)
Baby can you feel my pain? (Yeah)
All my diamonds need to be drained (What?)
I got a gangster bitch that's gon' bang (And)
I got racks up, I can't complain (And)
All my dogs, they dirty, check for mange (And)
All I gotta do is reserve your brains (And)
I'm a gangster, my nuts, they gon' hang (Yeah)
Who said you was straight? Boy you need to be retained (Woah, woah, woah)

[Young Thug & Young Dolph:]
Pussy niggas acting like they never had shit (Ayy)
All these bitches acting like they never had shit (Yup)
I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit (What?)
All these flawless diamonds, yeah they looking glassy (What? Damn)
Catch that nigga slipping, I'ma do 'em nasty (What? Ayy)
Check out my attire, this expensive fabric (Ayy, ayy)
And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage (Ooh, ayy)
My jewelry as cold as an attic (Grah)
The kushy that I smoke'll blow your lungs out (Yup)
I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house (Haha, what?)
All your bitches that's busted, they live in your house (What?)
What goes up come down, my nigga, north south (What?)
I done ran up them M's without a tour now (Run it up)
She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now (Uh-huh, what? Haha)
These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now (Don't know, it's Dolph)
I swear to God they pursuing at all my shows now (Thugger Thugger, ayy)

[Young Dolph:]
Took the Rollie off, put the Breitling back on (Yup)
Walk in the room and I cut the lights on
Why you spending like that? 'Cause I ain't never had shit
This that real nigga Paper Route, YSL shit
Never loved a bitch but I love money (Damn)
In the church paying my tithes with drug money (Thank You, God)
Went and got a new plug, got mama a new house (Ayy, ayy)
And a couple new coupes, that's how a young nigga live (Ayy, ayy)
Couple bitches, good weed that how a nigga chill
Top floor, penthouse, still cracking seals (Mud)
Them Houston niggas be like, "That young nigga trill"
Them New York niggas say that young nigga ill (It's Dolph)
My mama always told me dress to kill (Haha)
Ayy, my uncle always told me pack the steel
Ayy, that nigga Thugger, that's my motherfucking brother (Yup, yup)
From a motherfucking 'nother, I'ma show you how to make magic (Ayy)
The fuck is you mad at?
Got your bitch dancing all in my spot with no panties
Haha, I said, "Bitch where your motherfucking man at? (Where he at?)
Fuck that, where your friends at?" Damn that (Fuck 'em)
Sold fifty P's, hold it, have to bag it (Ooh, hoo)
That little bitch you loving on, I been had it (Ayy, hahaha)
Pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty (Ayy, ayy, hey)
Mama call all my big booty bitches trashy (Hey, damn)

[Young Thug:]
Pussy niggas acting like they never had shit
All these bitches acting like they never had shit
I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit
All these flawless diamonds, yeah they looking glassy
Catch that nigga slipping, 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 kushy that I smoke'll blow your lungs out
I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house
All your bitches that's busted, they live in your house
What goes up come 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 pursuing at all my shows now