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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they
This for them niggas who think they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas that be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you know she wit it
I call her my
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I be stuntin'
Got faced hunnits on me
I'ma goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm that money, from
Got a big on me

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke
I do the in the winter, young nigga fly like propella (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I need me one
we do it, do it better
No, I'm not writing no
NBA new
These bitches ain't shit, wanna on my dick
Right she fucked my nigga
She her voice when I battle
She tell me to go out, go
I think I'm losing my stamina
I think I need me a challenger
Back at it again, me and twins
Tag her friend, we having her
She told me she real but I know that she
Lil' shorty ain't me no capping her

YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but really they
This for them niggas that's thinkin' that thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married choppa you know that she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up money, I steady be stuntin'
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me

[Verse 2: Rondo]
Too many bands in my account
A lot of blue hunnits, a amount
Got a brick of dope, put that shit on the boat
When it come to the money, we runnin' out
No money buried in that
Niggas hate but they on my level though
I swear they nowhere compatible
Smokin' and sippin' on medical
I'm really a felon, still grippin' the FN, might catch me a
Pull up to the show in a brand new and we leave in a Wra-a-aith
I told all my "It's no new friends", cause these niggas be fa-a-ake
I got out my and got in the bag, 30 racks in a sa-a-afe
All of my niggas, they Crippin', they love them Benji's
I run that check up, I that's why they hatin'
Everyday I be drippin', brand new Balenci's
My made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl that Gucci but I like the Fendi
It's a deuce in my cup, I fuck with the Henny
These chains 'round my cost a brand new Bent
If you try to come take it, get hit a semi
I the money, I want designer
I want bitch cause she look finer
I want the Louis, I the Fendi
I mix Chanel belts with
He in rap, so no, I can't sign him
He forgot I was on, man I had to him
I'm not lost in the sauce, I be grindin'
Bust down Rollie, perfect

[Chorus: Never Broke Again]
for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that you know that she wit it
I call her my
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why hatin' on me
I'ma run up money, I still be stuntin'
Got faced hunnits on me
I'ma goin' in and they keep on comin'
faces on me
I'm chasing money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!