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Slime! Ey!

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

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Broke Again]
I do the dash in the winter, nigga fly like 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 suck on my
Right after she my nigga
She raising her voice I battle
She tell me to go out, go
I think that I'm losing my
I think that I me a challenger
Back at it again, 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

[Chorus: Never Broke Again]
This for bitches that's thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas that's 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 call her my
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 on comin'
faces on me
I'm that 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 come to the money, we runnin' out
No money buried in that
Niggas hate but they ain't on my though
I that they nowhere compatible
Smokin' Gelato and sippin' on
I'm really a felon, grippin' the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase
Pull up to the show in a brand new Benz and we in a Wra-a-aith
I told all my "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', they them blue Benji's
I run that check up, I guess that's why hatin'
Everyday I be drippin', these new Balenci's
My shirt by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl like that Gucci but I the Fendi
It's a deuce in my cup, I fuck with the Henny
These chains 'round my cost a brand new Bent
If you try to come it, get hit with a semi
I want the money, I designer
I want that bitch cause she look
I want the Louis, I want the
I mix belts with Givenchy
He cappin' in rap, so no, I sign 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 Broke Again]
This for bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the
I married choppa 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
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 to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!