Never Have ft. Sonny Blakk Lyrics

I don't give a motherfuck, never have Pull up on you and I get a bag

We the type of niggas pull the trigger, never brag Custy love my shit, why you hatin', why you mad

I don't give a motherfuck, never have Pull up on you and I get a bag

We the type of niggas pull the trigger, never brag Custy love my shit, why you hatin', why you mad

I think I know why he mad That bitch, she went lookin' sad

This chick, I'm with lookin' bad Get fucked up, run up a bag

I'm bout to blow like throwin' frags Need more riches, no more rags

Snatch your soul extended mag Snatch your soul, bitch

Runnin' back, I said, where the fuck he at? Where he at

Bullet in his chest, call that heart attack Blow him back, killed him for a couple racks

Fuckin' hit him, runnin' back He ain't comin' back

Shirt with his photograph, ugh

I don't give a motherfuck, never have Pull up on you and I get a bag

We had to pull the trigger, didn't brag They fiendin' for my shit, why you hatin', why you mad

I don't give a motherfuck, never have Pull up on you and I get a bag

We the type of niggas pull the trigger, never brag Custy love my shit, why you hatin', why you mad

I don't give a motherfuck, never have Pull up on you and I get a bag

We the type of niggas pull the trigger, never brag Custy love my shit, why you hatin', why you mad

Got the better work, so these bitches go berserk I've been chasin' on this turf, my bitch put you in the dirt

I've been cushy on the first, here a 60, hit the search I've been puttin' in the work, go get the mixture, go berserk

I've been hustlin' in the trenches, this is dabblin', don't you mention

All my shooters carry Glocks with the extension, pay attention

Can't forget the Mac 11s, K8s, ARs, 30s, FNs All about the money nowadays, I'm countin' all my blessings

Make them go berserk, fuck with us, get murked Represent the turf, if you scared, go to church

Find me where they surf, through all things, praise the Lord

If we gotta go, it's already written in the blood