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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but the ain't
for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I that choppa you know that 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
I'ma goin' in and they keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing money, from
Got a big on me

[Verse 1: Never Broke 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 no letter
NBA new
These bitches ain't shit, wanna suck on my
after she fucked my nigga
She her voice when I battle
She me to go out, go faster
I think that I'm losing my
I that I need me a challenger
at it again, just me and twins
Tag her friend, we having her
She told me she but I know that she fake
Lil' ain't told me no capping her

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

[Verse 2: 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 ain't out
No money buried in Federal
hate but they ain't on my level though
I swear that they 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 and we leave in a Wra-a-aith
I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", cause these niggas be
I got out my feelings and got in the bag, 30 racks in a
All of my niggas, they Crippin', love them blue Benji's
I run that check up, I guess why they hatin'
Everyday I be drippin', brand new Balenci's
My shirt by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl that 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 new Bent
If you try to take it, get hit with a semi
I the money, I want designer
I want bitch cause she look finer
I the Louis, I want the Fendi
I mix Chanel with Givenchy
He in rap, so no, I can't sign him
He forgot I was on, man I had to him
I'm not in the sauce, everyday I be grindin'
Bust down Rollie, perfect

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think that 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 her my ba-a-ae
These niggas ain't shit, yea, know why they 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
faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from Monday to
Got a big on me
Slime!