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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 really the
This for them that 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, don't know why they on me
I'ma run up that money, I be stuntin'
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 Again]
I do the dash in the winter, young fly like propella (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I me another one
we do it, do it better
No, I'm not writing no
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 my stamina
I that 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 that she fake
shorty ain't told me no capping her

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke
This for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but really they
This for them niggas that's thinkin' that they thuggin', but really the
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 ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I be stuntin'
Got blue faced on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they on comin'
faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from Monday to
Got a big on me

[Verse 2: Quando
Too bands in my bank account
A lot of blue hunnits, a amount
Got a brick of some dope, put that shit on the
it come to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No money buried in that
Niggas hate but they ain't on my level
I swear they nowhere compatible
Smokin' Gelato and sippin' on
I'm a felon, still grippin' the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase
Pull up to the show in a brand new Benz and we leave in a
I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", cause 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 them blue Benji's
I run that check up, I guess that's why they
Everyday I be drippin', brand new Balenci's
My shirt by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl like that but I like the Fendi
It's a deuce in my cup, I don't with the Henny
These chains 'round my neck a brand new Bent
If you try to come it, get hit with a semi
I want the money, I designer
I want bitch cause she look 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 Rollie, perfect timing

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the
for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you that she wit it
I call her my
niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got blue faced on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money, from Monday to
Got a big on me
Slime!