Icewear Vezzo - Neva Had a Handout lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo - Neva Had a Handout lyrics]
(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
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)
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?)
Yeah, real street nigga, ho, I'm certified
Yeah, these GI stones and they certified
Fifty thousand in my pants, that's a butter
(Hm-m) 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)
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?)
(Beatman, Iced Up Records)
What?
Keep that bitch goin', don't even cut it off
(Turn it up)
Yeah (Fuck niggas talkin' 'bout?) yeah
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)
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?)
Yeah, real street nigga, ho, I'm certified
Yeah, these GI stones and they certified
Fifty thousand in my pants, that's a butter
(Hm-m) 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)
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?)