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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Again]
This for bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
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 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 still be
Got faced hunnits on me
keep goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing money, from
Got a big on me

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Broke Again]
I do the dash in the winter, young fly like propella (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I need me one
When we do it, do it
No, I'm not no letter
NBA new
These bitches ain't shit, wanna on my dick
Right after she fucked my
She raising her when I battle
She me to go out, go faster
I think I'm losing my stamina
I think I need me a challenger
Back at it again, just me and
Tag her friend, we having her
She told me she real but I that she fake
Lil' shorty ain't me no capping her

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Again]
for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas that's thinkin' that they thuggin', but really the
This for them niggas that really be up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you know she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
run up that money, I steady be stuntin'
Got blue faced on me
I'ma goin' in and they keep on comin'
faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from Monday to
Got a big on me

2: Quando Rondo]
Too many bands in my bank
A lot of blue hunnits, a large
Got a brick of some dope, put that on the boat
When it come to the money, we runnin' out
No buried in that Federal
Niggas hate but they ain't on my though
I swear they nowhere compatible
Gelato and sippin' on medical
I'm really a felon, still grippin' the FN, might 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 niggas: "It's no new friends", cause these be fa-a-ake
I got out my feelings and got in the bag, 30 racks in a
All of my niggas, Crippin', they love them blue Benji's
I run that check up, I guess why they hatin'
I be drippin', these brand new Balenci's
My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, they
My girl like Gucci but I like the Fendi
It's a deuce in my cup, I don't with the Henny
These chains 'round my neck cost a brand new
If you try to come take it, get hit with a
I want the money, I want
I want that bitch cause she finer
I want the Louis, I want the
I mix Chanel 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, I be grindin'
Bust down Rollie, timing

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never 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
This for them niggas that really be 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 faced on me
I'ma goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing that money, Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!