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Slime! Ey!

[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
This for them niggas that really be up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you that 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 still be
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on
faces on me
I'm that money, from
Got a big on me

1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I do the dash in the winter, young nigga fly propella (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 suck on my
Right after she fucked my
She her voice when I battle
She me to go out, go faster
I that I'm losing my stamina
I think that I me a challenger
Back at it again, just me and
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]
This for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but they fake
This for niggas that's thinkin' that 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 know 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 goin' in and they keep on
Lotta on me
I'm that money, from 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 to the money, we ain't runnin' out
No money in that Federal
Niggas but they ain't on my level though
I that they nowhere compatible
Gelato and sippin' on medical
I'm really a felon, grippin' the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase
Pull up to the in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith
I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", cause 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', they love them Benji's
I run that check up, I guess that's why they
Everyday I be drippin', these brand new
My shirt by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My like that Gucci but I like the Fendi
a deuce in my cup, I don't fuck with the Henny
These chains my neck cost a brand new Bent
If you try to come take it, get hit with a
I the money, I want designer
I want that bitch cause she look
I want the Louis, I want the
I mix belts with Givenchy
He in rap, so no, I can't sign him
He I was on, man I had to remind him
I'm not in the sauce, everyday I be grindin'
Bust down Rollie, perfect

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they
This for them who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for them niggas really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that 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 blue faced 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
Slime!