Chords for YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Slime Mentality [Official Music Video]

[Dm] I want to talk to Michael, alright?
Alright, child.
Alright now, alright now.
My mama's slime, my sister's slime, my brother's slime, my daddy's slime, itty slime.
Ay, how you wanna do it?
I'm in here.
Ay, 4K track.
I'm on 3D dog, nigga, I'm on insane shit.
Nobody suck, look.
Let's go.
Boom, ah, pussy, bitch, don't try to run now.
Fuck nigga, I ain't have his head on.
I'ma make sure that these niggas see me through the headphones.
I've been cooling, but these pussy bitches just won't leave [F] me alone.
Crack you in [Dm] your shit just to see what's on your mind, huh.
I'm young boy, I'm from Kaling, what happened?
Yeah, she slime.
Police on my head, gotta watch the way I'm slidin'.
He actin' hot, them slimes, I'm down to ease his mind.
Yeah, I pull up actin' in a photo.
You'll thank my niggas with me in this bitch before I'm solo.
And me sharing a sofa, still a-comin', kick your front door.
Bro, geekin' off that sofa while it's off.
Bitch, if you don't know, I'm tellin' you niggas.
I drop a bag just to finish you niggas.
He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas.
At a show or anything, bitch, we [E] gon' hit it, you [Dm] niggas.
I want [E] them all, that's on my dog, bitch, [Dm] we gon' get it, you niggas.
P.O. Black, I'm tryin' to catch a nigga outside.
I'm thackin' for real, I tell you, bitch, I cross the low line.
I'm about mine, let's slang out.
We run out with that Glock 9.
Motherfucker been clutchin', they all in trouble, I'ma bust mine.
Hold on, grew up in that fire, huh.
He came out of slime, huh.
He don't wanna talk, cause you gon' die.
Motherfucker come behind, the bitch be slangin' nine.
Take his ass up top like high five.
Don't give a fuck about who you call, or who come out of town.
The city know we step on shit, I'm slime.
Don't give a fuck about who they around, cause we gon' get them all.
We ain't the ones to rap on, [F] bitch.
Check out my murder man [Dm] dance, look.
Put on side, I'm dunkin', hunnid in the car.
Boom, pow, get you slippin' in, you ain't gon' see tomorrow.
This for dunk behind, and we dyin' hard.
I go by top, get out your top, I draw the sword.
Everybody in here slammin' with a nigga.
Ay, there ain't no shit that don't wanna pile on with a nigga.
These hoes ain't shit, I put a rim in on the pillow.
Mention the opp, I tell him stop until he fill up.
Bro just wrote me in a message, and I read it, what it say?
He toast off you about your accident, he dead.
I'm bangin' green, but I get mad and leave out red.
I pin that nigga, you gon' get that through your head, bitch, you dead.
Hold on, grew up in that fire, huh.
He came out of slime, huh.
He don't wanna talk, cause you gon' die.
Motherfucker come behind, cause bitch we slangin' nine.
Take his ass up top like [Am] high five.
Don't [Dm] give a fuck about who you call, or who come out of town.
The city know we step on shit, I'm slime.
Don't give a fuck about who they around, cause we gon' get em all.
We ain't the ones to rap [Am] on, bitch.
Check out my murder man [Dm] dance, look.
Grew up in that fire, huh.
He came out of slime.
He don't wanna talk, cause you gon' die.
Don't give a fuck, you come behind, cause bitch we slangin' nine.
Take his ass up top like high five.
Don't _ give a fuck about who you call, or who come out of town.
The city know we step on shit, and I don't care who they around, cause we gon' [G] get em all.
We ain't the [E] ones to rap on, bitch. _