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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they
for them niggas 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 choppa you know that she wit it
I call her my
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I be stuntin'
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm that money, from
Got a big on me

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke
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
after she fucked my nigga
She her voice when I battle
She tell me to go out, go
I think I'm losing my stamina
I think that I me a challenger
at it again, just me and twins
Tag her friend, we having her
She told me she real but I that she fake
shorty ain't told me no capping her

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

2: Quando Rondo]
Too many bands in my account
A lot of blue hunnits, a large
Got a brick of dope, put that shit on the boat
When it come to the money, we runnin' out
No buried in that Federal
Niggas hate but they on my level though
I swear that nowhere compatible
Smokin' Gelato and 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 and we leave in a Wra-a-aith
I all my niggas: "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 them blue Benji's
I run that check up, I that's why they hatin'
I be drippin', these brand new Balenci's
My made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl like that but I like the Fendi
It's a deuce in my cup, I don't with the Henny
These chains 'round my cost a brand new Bent
If you try to come take it, get hit a semi
I want the money, I want
I want that bitch she look finer
I want the Louis, I want the
I mix Chanel belts Givenchy
He in rap, so no, I can't sign him
He I was on, man I had to remind him
I'm not lost in the sauce, everyday I be
Bust down Rollie, perfect

[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 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
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 keep goin' in and they on comin'
faces on me
I'm chasing that money, from Monday to
Got a big on me
Slime!