NBA YoungBoy – Slime Mentality (Lyrics | Video 2019)

Lyrics “Slime Mentality” – NBA YoungBoy (YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

My momma slime, my sister slime
My brother slime, my daddy slime
Yeah, he slime
Aye how you wanna do it
How you wanna do it n**ga (I’m in, h*e)
Aye 4K tre, Free Dawg
I’m on that slime s**t, ain’t nobody safe
Lets Go

Boom bow, p**sy b**ch
Don’t try to run now
F**k n**ga ain’t have this head on
I’ma make sure these n**gas
See me through headphones
I’ve been cooling but these p**sy b**ches
Just woun’t leave me ‘lone
Crack you in ya s**t
Just to see whats on yo mind
I’m Youngboy, YB Kayla with me
Yeah she slime

Police on my ass
Gotta watch the way I’m sliding
He acting hype
I slime him down to ease his mind
Yeah, I pull up acting I’m a 4-door
You would think my n**gas
With me in this b**ch but boy I’m solo
And meech ina south
But still would come and kick yo’ front door
Broke kicking out that south but wilding out
B**ch if you don’t know

I’m telling you n**gas
I drop a bag just to finish you n**gas
He think its done, but thats his ass
I’m gon get rid of you n**gas
At a show or anything
B**ch we gon hit at you n**gas
I want them all thats on my dawg
B**ch we gon get at you n**gas

Peep your block
And try to catch a n**ga outside
I’m thugging for real
I tell ya b**ch I cross the line
I’m bout mine, lets slang iron
Three run down with that Glock 9
Muthaf**k if they clutchin’
They all in trouble Imma buss mine

Hold on, grew up in the fire, huh
He came out of slime, huh
He don’t wanna talk
‘Cause you gon’ die
Muthaf**ka who come behind
‘Cause b**ch we slinging iron
Take his ass up top like high five
Don’t give a f**k ’bout who you call
Or who come out of town
The city know we step on s**t, I’m slime
Don’t give a f**k bout who they round
‘Cause we gon’ get them all
We ain’t the ones to rep on b**ch

Check out my murder man, dance, look
Pull on side him dump a hunnid in a car
Boom bow, catch you slippin’
Then you ain’t gon see tomorrow, oh oh
This far dump behind, him we dying hard
I go by top, get out yo top, I draw the sword
Everybody in here slimming with a n**ga, ay
There ain’t no s**t
They don’t want no problem with a n**ga
These h*es ain’t s**t, I put a Remy on a pillow
Mention a opp, I tell her stop until it build up
Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it
What is said
He joce off you about your ex and then he dead
Am banging green but I get mad and leave out red
I been that n**ga, you gon get that through your head
B**ch yeah

Pull up in that fire, huh
He came out of slime, huh
He don’t wanna talk
‘Cause you gon’ die
Muthaf**ka who come behind
‘Cause b**ch we slinging iron
Take his ass up top like high five
Don’t give a f**k about who you call
Or who come out of town
The city know we step on s**t
I’m slime

Don’t give a f**k ’bout who they round
‘Cause we gon get them all
We ain’t the ones to rep on b**ch
Check out my murder man
Dance, look…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Album: 38 Baby 2
Produced by Mike Laury & Dubba-AA
YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy) | 2019

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