Blasian YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
Them yeah' yeah’s over
Mmm, yeah, uh
(DeAnthony my nigga)
Slime

[Chorus]
Balmain withcho Birkin bag, bae you guwap on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I couldn’t get her out my head
The way you fuck me make me think that you the one I should be wit'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' 'bout 30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout 30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
Wit’ hydrocodone, yeah, yeah (Hydrocodone)
I pop ecstasy yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That’s that Blasian, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I love that girl to death
She did some shit that I can't let slide
She know when we slide
We be tearin’ up your set, no lie
She know that I got that shit
She want to get away and hide
She not that I don't tolerate no nigga (Boom, bow)
Hit him with that fire
Young rich nigga wit' a whole lotta critics
But I can't be mad wit’ a whole lotta benjis (Let's go)
Forty-thousand backend, spent soon as I get it (Oh, yeah, let's go)
Everybody that talk don't know how I'm livin' (They don't know)
I ain't got no bae, I ain't catchin' no feelings (Yah)
We ain't gotta be together for to make some millions (i know)
She was just my friend and I whined up hittin' it (That's right)
But out me can't get no commitment (That's right)
Fendi, Gucci, Louis (And Louis)
Gucci, Balmain, Prada (And Prada)
Bitch tryna test her luck (Her what?)
Yeah, she want Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Dirt bike, Supreme goggles (Go)
Saint Laurent boots, bike rider (Huh)
Young nigga totin' that choppa (Hrrrt)
Amiri jeans I'm stylin' (Errrf)