YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Free Dem 5's Lyrics

(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
Mmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Ayy, free lil' Johnny, alright
Mob dreams, jumpin' out the bottom of the pot
Yeah, it's Slime

My girl peach, free Von B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
We be strapped up and we ridin' 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
Poppin' out, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, bae
But my cousin, he get big dope
Straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

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, frrt-frrt
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, and my brother BB out the bottom
Southside, Northside, ain't got guidance
That's Bway, they off Shellwood
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
Poppin' out, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, bae
But my cousin, he get big dope
Straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

I see mob 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 a 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' her babies
Modifications, skrrt, I got the whips, I don't trip
I don't drive it on daily
Two million garage, this not a façade
I'm fuckin' with Gotti, you know they ass hatin'
Body language'll 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 girl peach, free Von B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
We be strapped up and we ridin' 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
Poppin' out, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, bae
But my cousin, he get big dope
Straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

I'm a fuckin' problem, nigga