Lyrical Breakdown of This For The (feat. Quando Rondo) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "This For The (feat. Quando Rondo)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Ooh! Ooh! Slime! Ey! This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the ain't This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain I married that choppa you know that she wit it I call her my ba-a-ae These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me I'ma run up that money, I still be stuntin' Got blue faced hunnits on me I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on comin' Lotta faces on me I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday Got a big bank on me I do the dash in the winter, young nigga fly like propella (brrr) DJ Khaled, man I need me another one When we do it, do it better No, I'm not writing no letter NBA new Rockafeller These bitches ain't shit, wanna suck on my dick Find out that she fucked my nigga She raising her voice when I battle She tell me to go out, go faster I think that I'm losing my stamina I think that I need me a challenger Back at it again, just me and twins Tag teamin' her friend, we having her She said that she real but I know that she fake Lil' shorty ain't told me no capping her. This for them bitches that's thinking they real but really they fake This for them niggas that's thinking they thugging But really they ain't This for them niggas that really be choppin' up outta the Wraith I married that choppa you know that she wit it I call her my ba-a-ae These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me I'ma run up that money, I still be stuntin' Got blue faced hunnits on me I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on comin' Lotta faces on me I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday Got a big bank on me Too many bags in my bank account A lot of blue hunnids in large amounts Got a brick of some dope put that shit on the boat When it comes to that money we ain't running off No money buried in the Federal Niggas hate but they ain't on my level though I swear that they know that I'm combatible Smoking gelato and sipping on medical (brrrrrah) I'm really a felon still gripping the L, I might catch me a case Pull up to the show in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wraith I told all my niggas there's no new friends, all these niggas be fake I got out my feelings and got in the bag, put racks in the s-a-a-a-afe All my niggas be crippin' they love them blue benji's I run and and check up again, that's why they envy Every day I be dripping this brand new Balenci's My strap made by Louis my shoes they DaVinci My girl like the Gucci but I like the Fendi This that Deuce my cup I don't fuck with the Henny This new chain round my neck cost a brand new penny If you try to go take it get hit with a semi I want the money I want designer I want that bitch 'cause she looking fine now I want the Louis I want the Fendi I mix Chanel belts with Givenchy He caught me that in that rap So no I can't sign him He forgot I was on so I had to remind him I got lost on the sauce everyday, I'd be grinding Bust out Rollie perfect timing 'Cos this for them bitches that's thinking they real but really they fake This for them niggas that's thinking they thugging But really they ain't This for them niggas that really be choppin' up outta the Wraith I married that choppa you know that she wit it I call her my ba-a-ae These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me I'ma run up that money, I still be stuntin' Got blue faced hunnits on me I'ma keep goin' in and they keep on comin' Lotta faces on me I'm chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday Got a big bank on me