YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Free Dem 5’s Lyrics

Free Dem 5’s Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again is a New English song from the album “The Last Slimeto” sung by popular rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Lyrics of this song are written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again and music produced by Wylo.

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 the pot
Yeah, it’s Slime

My girl peach, free Von B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
If we strapped up, then 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-a** ni**a, 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, baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

I’m a f**kin’ problem, nigga
I play with them choppеrs, ni**a
And I’m quick to pop somethin’, yeah, ask my mama, ni**a
I’m the f**kin’ dada, ni**a
Try to pull off, gеt followed with it
My young ni***s, they come out the window, fft, fft
That’s why the feds tryna lock a ni**a
Pick it up, hold it, just move it, don’t lose it
I got that s**t for to blow out the fuses
Talk to lil’ mama, she f**k 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 BB 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
Bi**h, 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-a** ni**a, 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, baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

I see mob dreams, jumpin’ out the bottom the pot
How that f**kin’ 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 a** ’cause he gon’ bond out
Different cars, I throw out faces, I’m the s**t, this YoungBoy, baby
I want the money, she f**k 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 f**kin’ with God and 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
F**k 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
If we strapped up, then 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-a** ni**a, 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, baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

I’m a f**kin’ problem, ni**a

Song Details
Singer : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Album : The Last Slimeto
Lyrics : YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Khris James
Music : Kid Greer, Wylo, Bans
Label : Atlantic Records

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