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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but they fake
This for them niggas who think they thuggin', but really the ain't
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
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 keep goin' in and they keep on
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money,
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 need me one
When we do it, do it
No, I'm not no letter
NBA new
These ain't shit, wanna suck on my dick
Right after she my nigga
She raising her voice I battle
She me to go out, go faster
I that I'm losing my stamina
I think I need me a challenger
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 told me no her

YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This for them that's thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them that's thinkin' 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 know 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 steady be
Got faced hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money, from to Sunday
Got a big on me

[Verse 2: Rondo]
Too bands in my bank account
A lot of hunnits, a large amount
Got a brick of some dope, put that on the boat
When it to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No money in that Federal
Niggas but they ain't on my level though
I that 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 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 and got in the bag, 30 racks in a sa-a-afe
All of my niggas, they Crippin', they love blue Benji's
I run that check up, I guess why they hatin'
Everyday I be drippin', these brand new
My made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl like that but I like the Fendi
It's a in my cup, I don't fuck with the Henny
These '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 want that bitch she look finer
I the Louis, I want the Fendi
I mix Chanel belts with
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, everyday I be
down Rollie, perfect timing

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they
This for niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't
for them niggas that 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 hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I be stuntin'
Got blue faced on me
keep goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money, Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!