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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Again]
This for bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them who think that 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 her my ba-a-ae
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they on me
run up that money, I still be stuntin'
Got faced hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
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 me another one
When we do it, do it
No, I'm not writing no
NBA new
These bitches ain't shit, wanna on my dick
Right after she my nigga
She raising her when I battle
She tell me to go out, go
I think that I'm my stamina
I think that I need me a
at it again, just me and twins
Tag teamin' her friend, we her
She me she real but I know that she fake
Lil' shorty ain't me no capping her

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but they fake
This for them niggas thinkin' that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas that be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that you know that she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I steady be
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money, 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 some dope, put 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 that they compatible
Smokin' Gelato and on medical
I'm really a felon, still the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase
Pull up to the in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith
I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", these niggas be fa-a-ake
I got out my feelings and got in the bag, 30 in a sa-a-afe
All of my niggas, they Crippin', they love them blue
I run that check up, I guess why they hatin'
Everyday I be drippin', these brand new
My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, Givenchy
My girl like that Gucci but I like the
It's a in my cup, I don't fuck with the Henny
chains 'round my neck cost a brand new Bent
If you try to take it, get hit with a semi
I want the money, I designer
I that bitch cause she look finer
I the Louis, I want the Fendi
I mix Chanel belts Givenchy
He cappin' in rap, so no, I can't him
He I was on, man I had to remind him
I'm not lost in the sauce, I be grindin'
Bust down Rollie, perfect

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