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Icewear Vezzo - Neva Had A Handout Lyrics

[Intro]
(Da Realest)
Let that bitch ride, Brown
(Beatman)
(Iced Up Records)
What?
Keep that bitch goin', don't even cut it off (Turn it up)
Yeah (Fuck niggas talkin' 'bout?)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I ain't never had a handout (Nah)
We'll fuck the club up and never ran out (Hah)
Bag heavy, serve the city, still ain't ran out (Still got it)
Got the best jewelry in this bitch why I stand out (Why I stand out)
Yeah, dog shit hold my pants down (Bitch)
I ain't even robbin' shit, put your hands down (Put your hands down)
Richest rapper in my town, nigga, hands down (No cap)
Seat way back in the 'Vette, look like I'm layin' down (Skrrt)
Yeah, fuck a thick bitch and her friend, yeah (For real)
Nah, I'm lyin', that's her sister (Hah)
Got that iron, get to firin' just for lookin' (Baow)
Fuck Hutch up, we be buyin', niggas lookin' (Hah)

[Chorus]
I ain't never had a handout (What?)
Yeah, I ain't never had a handout (What?)
Nah, I ain't never had a handout (Drank God)
Yeah, fuck the club up, pull them bands out
I ain't never had a handout (What?)
Yeah, I ain't never had no handout (Nah)
Bitch, I ain't never had no handout (Drank God)
Richest nigga in this bitch, why I stand out (What?)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, real street nigga, ho, I'm certified
Yeah, these GI stones and they certified
Fifty thousand in my pants, that's a butter (Hmm)
Different color stones in this watch, call that Lucky Charms
Four hundred thousand car in the trenches
Signed a million-dollar deal with my— fucked up
Signed a million-dollar deal for my niggas
Black double-R, Forgios, twenty-sixes (Huh)
Spillin' lean on the seats, gotta park this bitch
I'll up that dog shit, I be startin' shit
Wood with me, drum on him like he marchin' shit
Switch on the Glock push button, had to start the blick
You a pussy-ass nigga, where your chain at?
Ain't never seen him in the hood, where you hang at?
Brought all the ones in this bitch, where you rain at?
Bust a whole Rollie on my arm, where it's plain at? (Ugh)

[Chorus]
Never had a handout (What?)
Yeah, I ain't never had a handout (What?)
Bitch, I ain't never had a handout (Drank God)
Yeah, fuck the club up and never ran out
Hmm, I ain't never had a handout (What?)
Yeah, I ain't never had no handout (Nah)
Bitch, I ain't never had no handout (Drank God)
Richest nigga in this bitch, why I stand out, ugh (What?)