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Ooh! Ooh!
Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really fake
This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but the ain't
This for them that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you that she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These niggas ain't shit, yea, know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I be stuntin'
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep in and they keep on comin'
faces on me
I'm that money, from
Got a big on me

1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I do the dash in the winter, young nigga fly propella (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I me another one
we do it, do it better
No, I'm not no letter
NBA new
These bitches ain't shit, suck on my dick
Right after she fucked my
She raising her voice 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 teamin' her friend, we her
She told me she real but I know she fake
shorty ain't told me no capping her

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

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

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
for them 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 really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you that she wit it
I call her my
These niggas ain't shit, yea, know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up money, I still be stuntin'
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money, from to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!