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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think that 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, don't know why they on me
I'ma run up money, I still be stuntin'
Got blue faced 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 Again]
I do the dash in the winter, young nigga fly like (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I me another one
When we do it, do it
No, I'm not no letter
NBA new
These bitches ain't shit, wanna suck on my
Right she fucked my nigga
She raising her voice when I
She tell me to go out, go
I think that I'm my stamina
I think I need me a challenger
at it again, just 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 Broke Again]
This for them bitches that's thinkin' real, but really they fake
This for them niggas that's thinkin' they thuggin', but really the ain't
for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married choppa you know 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 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 bands in my bank account
A lot of hunnits, a large amount
Got a brick of some dope, put that shit on the
When it come to the money, we ain't out
No money buried in that
hate but they ain't on my level though
I swear they nowhere compatible
Smokin' and sippin' on medical
I'm really a felon, still 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 "It's no new friends", cause 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 them Benji's
I run that check up, I guess that's why they
I be drippin', these brand new Balenci's
My made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My like that Gucci but I like the Fendi
It's a deuce in my cup, I don't fuck with the
These chains my neck cost a brand new Bent
If you try to come take it, get hit with a
I want the money, I designer
I want bitch cause she look finer
I want the Louis, I the Fendi
I mix Chanel belts 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 Never Broke
for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they 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
niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I be stuntin'
Got blue hunnits 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!