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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke
This for them bitches who they real, but really they fake
This for niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas that really be 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, know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got blue faced on me
I'ma goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing money, from
Got a big on me

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke
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, wanna on my dick
after she fucked my nigga
She raising her voice when I
She me to go out, go faster
I think that I'm losing my
I think I need me a challenger
Back at it again, me and twins
Tag her friend, we having her
She told me she 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 really fake
This for them niggas that's thinkin' that they thuggin', but really the
This for niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that you know that 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 steady be stuntin'
Got blue faced on me
I'ma goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money, from to Sunday
Got a big on me

[Verse 2: Rondo]
Too many in my bank account
A lot of hunnits, a large amount
Got a brick of some dope, put that shit on the
When it to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No buried in that Federal
Niggas but they ain't on my level though
I swear that 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 niggas: "It's no new friends", cause 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 check up, I guess that's why they
Everyday I be drippin', these brand new
My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, they
My girl like that Gucci but I the Fendi
It's a in my cup, I don't fuck with the Henny
These chains my neck cost a brand new Bent
If you try to come take it, get hit with a
I the money, I want designer
I want that bitch cause she finer
I want the Louis, I the Fendi
I mix belts with Givenchy
He cappin' in rap, so no, I sign him
He I was on, man I had to remind him
I'm not lost in the sauce, everyday I be
Bust down Rollie, perfect

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they
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 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 that money, I 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
Slime!