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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never 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 niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I that choppa you know that she wit it
I call her my
These niggas shit, yea, don't know why they 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 money, from
Got a big on me

1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I do the dash in the winter, young nigga fly like (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I need me one
we do it, do it better
No, I'm not writing no
NBA new
These bitches ain't shit, wanna on my dick
Right she fucked my nigga
She raising her voice when I
She me to go out, go faster
I think that I'm losing my
I think I need me a challenger
at it again, just me and twins
Tag her friend, we having her
She told me she real but I know she fake
shorty ain't told me no capping her

[Chorus: Never Broke 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 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
run up that money, I steady be stuntin'
Got blue faced on me
I'ma keep in and they keep on comin'
faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from to Sunday
Got a big on me

[Verse 2: Quando
Too many bands in my bank
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 buried in that Federal
Niggas but they ain't on my level though
I that they nowhere 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 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 love blue Benji's
I run that check up, I guess why they hatin'
I be drippin', these brand 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 don't fuck the Henny
These chains 'round my neck cost a new Bent
If you try to take it, get hit with a semi
I want the money, I want
I want bitch cause she look finer
I want the Louis, I want the
I mix Chanel belts Givenchy
He cappin' in rap, so no, I can't 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 Broke Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' real, but really they fake
This for niggas who think 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 hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I be stuntin'
Got blue faced on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
faces on me
I'm that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!