Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Kid Greer
Programming
WassupBans
Programming
Wylo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cédric Leutwyler
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Leonardo Mateus
Songwriter
Marin Maric
Songwriter
Samuel Thanni
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Greer
Producer
WassupBans
Producer
Wylo
Producer
Khris James
Recording Engineer
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
This for lil' Jordan, alright
My dreams, jumpin' out the bottom of the pot
Yeah, it's Slime
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
Slime-ass ****, don't come this way
.38, baby, duckin' murder cases
Pallbearer, keep on 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
[Verse 4]
I'm a fuckin' problem, ****
I play with thеm choppers, ****
And I'm quick to pop somethin'
Yeah, ask my mama, ****
I'm the fuckin' dada, ****
Try to pull off, get followed with it
My young ****, they come out the window
That's why the feds tryna lock a **** up
[Verse 5]
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 North, 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
[Verse 6]
Slime-ass ****, don't come this way
.38, baby, duckin' murder cases
Pallbearer, keep on 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
[Verse 7]
I see my dreams, jumpin' out the bottom of 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
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
Slime-ass ****, don't come this way
.38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Pallbearer, keep on 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
[Verse 10]
I'm a fuckin' problem, ****
Written by: Cédric Leutwyler, Kentrell Gaulden, Khristopher James, Leonardo Mateus, Marin Maric, Samuel Thanni