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    (Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
    Mmm
    Hmm, hmm, hmm
    This for lil' Jordan, alright
    My dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot
    Yeah, it's Slime

    My guard preach free Vaughn B
    Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
    We be strapped up and we run deep
    And it's back to back static till we get even
    Who is that at the front door?
    Point the chopper at the peephole
    They lookin' for Slimeto, okay

    Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
    38 baby, duckin' murder cases
    Pallbearer, keep a mask like Jason
    223 and it hold the casings
    I bang red, control the bases
    I don't sell no yola, baby
    But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trace

    I'm a fuckin' problem, nigga
    I play with them choppers, nigga
    And I'm quick to pop somethin', yeah, ask my mama, nigga
    I'm the fuckin' dada, nigga
    Try to pull off, get followed with it
    My young niggas, they come out the window, fft, fft
    That's why the feds tryna lock a nigga
    Pick it up, hold it, just move it, don't lose it
    I got that shit for to blow out the fuses
    Talk to lil' mama, she fuck with my music
    She said that she know me from off of a news clip
    Run through a million, I bloodied the cruise ship
    I got it, ain't stoppin', I'm trainin' my body
    I'm on it, I'm poppin', up, down, no hydraulic
    From the Nawf, free my brother Big B out the bottom
    Southside, northside, and got goblins
    That's Bway, they off Sherwood
    I don't need no counselor 'cause my mail good
    Bitch, I got a card that you dare pull
    Left bodies in my own hood
    Yeah, pull off, then turn right on Highland, tryna see if cuzzo's phone good

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    Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
    38 baby, duckin' murder cases
    Pallbearer, keep a mask like Jason
    223 and it hold the casings
    I bang red, control the bases
    I don't sell no yola, baby
    But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trace

    I see my dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot
    How that fuckin' boy dope like that? He straight pure drop
    From the streets, he be in jail back-to-back, life of hard knock
    Soon as he get locked up, they ship his ass 'cause he gon' bond out
    Different cars, I throw out faces, I'm the shit, this YoungBoy, baby
    I want the money, she fuck with me daily, can't stay in her place, she be bringin' up babies
    Modifications, skrrt, I got the whips, I don't trip, I don't drive on the daily
    Two million garage, this not a façade, I'm fuckin' with Gotti, you know where it's headed
    Body language, you tell it, I'm holdin' my own, they callin' my phone, I'm hittin' decline
    I'm on top of they neck, I'm pressure, they cannot recline
    He run, I'ma blow out his spine
    Fuck with me, you know we slangin' iron, I'm gon' punish them
    Do or die, who it's gon' be? It's you or I, I got a drum for him

    My guard preach free Vaughn B
    Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
    We be strapped up and we run deep
    And it's back to back static till we get even
    Who is that at the front door?
    Point the chopper at the peephole
    They lookin' for Slimeto, okay

    Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
    38 baby, duckin' murder cases
    Pallbearer, keep a mask like Jason
    223 and it hold the casings
    I bang red, control the bases
    I don't sell no yola, baby
    But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

    I'm a fuckin' problem, nigga

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    Composición: YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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