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Slime! Ey!

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really fake
This for them niggas who think that thuggin', but really the ain't
This for niggas that really 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 blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
faces on me
I'm chasing that money,
Got a big on me

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Again]
I do the dash in the winter, young nigga fly propella (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, suck on my dick
after she fucked my nigga
She her voice when I battle
She me to go out, go faster
I think I'm losing my stamina
I think that I me a challenger
Back at it again, me and twins
Tag teamin' her friend, we her
She told me she real but I know she fake
Lil' shorty ain't me no capping her

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

[Verse 2: Quando
Too many bands in my account
A lot of blue hunnits, a large
Got a brick of some dope, put that on the boat
it come to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No buried in that Federal
Niggas hate but they ain't on my though
I swear 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 all my niggas: "It's no new friends", cause these niggas be fa-a-ake
I got out my feelings and got in the bag, 30 in a sa-a-afe
All of my niggas, they Crippin', love them blue Benji's
I run that up, I guess that's why they hatin'
Everyday I be drippin', brand new Balenci's
My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, they
My girl like that Gucci but I like the
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 take it, get hit a semi
I want the money, I designer
I want that bitch she look finer
I the Louis, I want the Fendi
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, everyday I be
Bust down Rollie, perfect

[Chorus: Never Broke Again]
This for them bitches who they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think 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 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 still be
Got faced hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and keep on comin'
faces on me
I'm that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!