YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Free Dem 5's lyrics

(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
'til 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 thеm choppers, nigga
And I'm quick to pop somethin'
Yeah, ask my mama
Nigga
I'm thе 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, ain't got guidance
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

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 1: 57
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
'til 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