Slime Belief Lyrics - Youngboy Never Broke Again

[Intro] 

(Hey-ah, yeah, hey-ah, yeah, hey-ah, yeah, yeah) 

(Hey-ah, yeah, hey-ah, yeah, ah) Hey ma, what it do? 

(Straight up) 

[Chorus] 

If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rockin' 

They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket 

I got up for the score and they never could block it 

After the show, I count up in a Masi' 

Tears fall from the lies, despite 

Hunnid bands through the time of the night 

When you left, I ain't wanna live life 

Now I'm happy on the in and outside 

Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda 

Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah 

Spin the block, finna stretch 'em 

Wake the hood up when we wet 'em 

And it's all gon' be alright, yeah 

When that wrong choice take your life, yeah 

Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print 

From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door 

And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it 

Who don't know a thing but trap, though 

Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes 

The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though 

Thinkin' I'm slippin', run up and get clapped, ho 

I put that North on the map, ho (Gang) 

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[Verse 1] 

Turn up on a bitch when I'm gone off a Perc 

That ho gon' fuck on a fast beat 

Ben behind me, do the dash, keepin' up in a Vert 

You get jacked out yo' shit, you can't text me 

Pussy nigga throwin' shots, ain't at me 

Strapped up, tell that nigga get at me 

Tough love for a bitch, won't trap me 

Pay for the body then I give them the MAC free 

Got a pound in the car, I'ma smoke on that 

Left the state for a show and I'm comin' back 

If he say he want smoke, ain't no fallin' back 

Want a bitch for the play, I'ma blow the strap 

He ain't usin' his head, put it in his lap 

He ain't 'bout it, could tell that he only rap 

I just put 40 bands inside the trap 

Every manifestation, I'm callin' rare (Gang) 

[Chorus] 

Now can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda 

Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah 

Tell Jugg bust a right, yeah 

Hop out, gun flames through the night, yeah 

You know how I'm rockin', you know that I'm with it 

You loyal to me, I'll make sure that you get it 

If you want it, you got it, you know how I'm rockin' 

They never could stop it, it's stuffed in my pocket 

I go up for the score and they never could block it 

After the show, I count up in a Masi' 

Tears fall from the lies, despite 

Hunnid bands through the time of the night 

When you left, I ain't wanna live life 

Now I'm happy on the in and outside 

[Verse 2] 

Pick it up, throw it out, watch it come back 

Got a whole hunnid racks in a Dior bag 

Count up that money, I run up the sack 

Boardin' on the jet with a illegal strap 

The shit that they talk, I could tell you is cap 

Up off the X and I only took half 

Stay energized, I fall back from the tabs 

Put a half in my way, I'ma pay off the staff 

I feel like it ain't no bitch I can't have 

Saint Laurent boot with the fur like a bear 

Balenciaga, that Gucci, and Prada 

I got on all three and I bought several pair 

When it's up, what we slidin' in, duckin' from 12 

Time wise, clockwise, I never fail (No) 

Ain't no slackin', we hustlin', we on this for real 

If we don't get it, we take it, you know what it is 

[Chorus] 

Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda 

Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah 

Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda 

Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah 

Now, can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda 

Post up with Barettas, hustlin' through the night, yeah 

Spin the block, finna stretch 'em 

Wake the hood up when we wet 'em 

And it's all gon' be alright, yeah 

When that wrong choice take your life, yeah 

Gucci pressure be on top of that Nike print (Shh) 

From them rich niggas kickin' yo' back door 

And they should give a Rollie to niggas who want it 

Who don't know a thing but trap, though 

Blue faces, I put that over nat hoes 

The shit that we sellin' will make you relapse, though 

Thinkin' I'm slippin', run up and get clapped, ho 

I put that North on the map, ho (Gang)