[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Slime
In the back of the car, I ain’t wastin' no time
Tell that hoe let me feel on her body (Feel on her body)
I’ma post in that '8 with a pole on my waist
With a whole lotta racks in my pocket
I’ma real street n***a, I don’t need no safe (Slime)
Matter fact, I just got a deposit (Deposit)
Every time I go hard, they can’t stop it (Can’t stop)
I ain’t lettin' it go 'cause I got it
Everybody talk down, half done be fakes
N***a, watch how I walk in and walk out
N***a gotta calm down for to get him a [?]
But I stay with that strap for when shit pop off
Forty grand on yo' head, n***a, watch how you talk
I’m a 38 Baby, I’m straight out that Nawf
We don’t do this for clout, you can get it right now
We be layin' dow law, n***a, fuck what you thought (Give a fuck what you thought)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
And I notice that I’m chosen
He died from his words, they was all spoken (Fuck that n***a)
My n***a, fuck whatchu' heard, we run down on him (Ayy 4KTrey, Free D-Dawg)
They tried to take us, ever since, mayne, we been on him
This for my n***a, he been trappin' for so long
Hope that you get on, I got yo' back, that’s right or wrong
Post on that block, we get it on
With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm
Just prayin' that we make it home, I feel you, n***a
[Verse 2: VL Deck]
Yeah, I came from trappin' and rappin' (What else?)
Clip on my hip, shoot a movie, what’s happenin'?
He tryna tax me, strip 'em and blast 'em
32 hole, ain’t no Molly this jacket
I press a button, this shit can get drastic
Houdini his block, yeah, we hit it with magic
I keep the sticks, [?] ain’t lackin'
I’m in the streets so I’m movin' with tactics
I purchase a pack with the backend
Gotta show love when the bags in (Bags in)
Bad hoe look when we walk in
Pretty lil' bih' got a build, ten
I keep the racks on me, more than ten
No way I lose, I cheat to win
YB my brother, my evil twin
Droppin' the bags on they necks to [?]
I made a way off vacuum seal
I made a vow I would never squeal
Random bullets when the Mac rip
I’m behind you n***as like an ad-lib
I’m wippin' [?], got bread still
All of my diamonds, they super clear
Sixty thousand for the Rollie watch
Plus my [?] cost me like three bands
[Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I told that bitch I needed a perky before I lay down and fuck
Get them bands out the trap, we gon' load up the truck
I need mo' and mo' money, I can’t get enough
If they set up they shop, where we at, punt it up
Real hitta, no flodgin', he up, it go dumb
When you playin' with me, bitch, you killin' yo' self
We gon' bring you that smoke however you want
Double G, 4KTrey, put that on Dump
Nobody safe, if you play, you get slumped
Took off and I landed, not ready to launch
If I never do nun', I’ma rep where I’m from
Everywhere that I go, I’ma tote me a gun
Screamin' “Fuck all these n***as who ain’t give me nun'”
Every time that it’s war, I be pushin' a button
Got it out of the dirt, I don’t owe a bitch nun', gang

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
And I notice that I’m chosen
He died from his words, they was all spoken (Fuck that n***a)
My n***a, fuck whatchu' heard, we run down on him (Ayy 4KTrey, Free D-Dawg)
They tried to take us, ever since, mayne, we been on him
This for my n***a, he been trappin' for so long
Hope that you get on, I got yo' back, that’s right or wrong
Post on that block, we get it on
With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm
Just prayin' that we make it home, I feel you, n***a