Amid the neon haze of Baton Rouge nights, where every dollar chased feels like a gamble with fate, YoungBoy Never Broke Again lays it all bare in “Ballin‘,” a track that turns survival into a savage anthem. It’s that raw pulse of street ambition colliding with heartbreak, where flexing stacks masks the scars of betrayal and relentless hustle. Dropped as a standout on his latest album Slime Cry, the song captures YoungBoy’s unfiltered rage against fake love and fake foes, resonating with anyone who’s ever had to armor up for the grind. Fans diving into Ballin lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again will find verses that hit like uppercuts—fierce reminders that in his world, balling ain’t just winning, it’s warring.
| Lead Vocals | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Songwriter | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Music Producer | K10Beatz |
| Label | Never Broke Again & Motown Records |
| Release Date | January 16, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Never Broke Again |
| Distributor | Universal Music Group |
Lyrics of Ballin by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
[Intro]
Ooh (Oh, 10), I Swear To Motherf**kin’ God, Nigga
Ayy, They Ain’t, Ayy, They Ain’t Feelin’ What I’m Feelin’, Nigga
I’ma Pop It
[Chorus]
B**ch, I’m Ballin’, Ballin’
I Been Doin’ This Shit, Life On The Line, I Say, “I’m All In”
Oh, I Can’t Get ’em Off Me, I’m Walkin’ Awesome
I’m Ready To Die About My Money, If I’m Dyin’ For Somethin’
I’m Ballin’, And I’m Ballin’
Baby, Can You Stop That Callin’?
B**ch, You Ain’t Want Me
Nasty Ho, Might Call The Laws On Me, Yeah
‘Cause She Know I Cut Up Like This Soon As She Leave (She Leave), Yeah, Yeah, Uh
[Verse 1]
These Pu**y-A*s Niggas Been Talkin’ That Shit,
Soon As I Trip, Don’t Tell Me Nothin’
B**ch, Go On, You Pushin’ Buttons, Ol’ Nasty Ho, I Ain’t Do You Nothin’
How I Come From That? Now, Look, I’m Playin’ With This
Kept A Gun Inside My Hand
Control The Land, When I Come Around That B**ch
I’ll Bust It At Your Man’s, I’m With That Shit
Money The Only Thing That I F**kin’ Need
Nigga, I Ain’t No Child, B**ch, You Gon’ Die,
You Ain’t Gon’ F**k With Me
I Could Tell You All The Things They Done To Me And It Ain’t Make Believe (No)
I Done Put You In Position, B**ch, Went To Trippin’, And Actin’ Fake With Me (Ho)
I Fight That Boy, Like Joe Frazier (Go), I’m A Baller, B**ch, Go Ask Deja
B**ch, You A Gaulden
Jazz Won’t Leave Me, B**ch, Keep Talkin’, I Cannot Hate You
Prayin’ That My Money Fall, You Wanna See That, Keep Waitin’
When I See A B**ch, Gon’ Look Like I Been Speed Racin’, I’ma Tell ’em Off
[Chorus]
B**ch, I’m Ballin’, Ballin’
I Been Doin’ This Shit, Life On The Line, I Say, “I’m All In”
Oh, I Can’t Get ’em Off Me, I’m Walkin’ Awesome (B**ch, I’ma Ball)
I’m Ready To Die About My Money, If I’m Dyin’ For Somethin’ (Yeah)
I’m Ballin’, And I’m Ballin’
Baby, Can You Stop That Callin’? (Eugh)
B**ch, You Ain’t Want Me
Nasty Ho, Might Call The Laws On Me (Yeah, On Me)
‘Cause She Know I Cut Up Like This Soon As She Leave,
Yeah, Yeah, Uh (Soon As She Leave Me)
[Verse 2]
Uh, Love Letter To My Fans, I Done Fell In Love, Again
Gave Her More Than All My Man’s And I Found Out She Was Playin’
When The Money Hit My Hands, Then I Do The Runnin’ Man (Yeah)
I’ma Show You, B**ch (Yeah), You’ll Never Come Back Round Without You Sayin’,
“You Was A Baller, A Baller
Look, I’m Sorry, Top, For All”
I’m The Motherf**kin’ Man, And, B**ch,
You Knowin’ You Was Wrong, Damn
I Got Off My A*s And Used My Hand, I’m A Man
She On Twitter Talkin’ Bad, Can’t Call Her Phone
[Chorus]
B**ch, I’m Ballin’, Ballin’
I Been Doin’ This Shit, Life On The Line, I Say, “I’m All In”
Oh, I Can’t Get ’em Off Me, I’m Walkin’ Awesome
I’m Ready To Die About My Money, If I’m Dyin’ For Somethin’
I’m Ballin’, And I’m Ballin’
Baby, Can You Stop That Callin’?
B**ch, You Ain’t Want Me
Nasty Ho, Might Call The Laws On Me
‘Cause She Know I Cut Up Like This Soon As She Leave, Yeah, Yeah, Uh
[Outro]
Uh, This ‘Veeta, How You’re Doin’, You Hatin’-A*s B**ch?
You Pu**y-A*s Nigga
Scary-A*s, Wannabe Killer
You Heard Me?
You Know How We Do It, You Know— You Know How We Done It
And You Know How We Comin’
Whenever The F**k We Runnin’, You Heard Me?
You B**ch-A*s Niggas Better Stay The F**k Out My Way, Huh
I Ain’t Got Nothin’ Else To Say
About “Ballin by YoungBoy Never Broke Again”
YoungBoy Never Broke Again storms the court with “Ballin’,” a slime-season scorcher where trap bravado meets bruised confessions—unyielding, unbreakable, and built to bang on repeat.
Peel back the layers, and “Ballin'” is pure Southern trap alchemy: thumping 808s from producer K10Beatz underpin a mood that’s equal parts triumphant strut and simmering paranoia, evoking late-night cruises through turf that’s yours until it’s not. Themes of loyalty tested by cash and cutthroats weave through the bars, with YoungBoy’s auto-tuned growl flipping vulnerability into venom—think boasts of “walkin’ awesome” laced with threats that echo real-life beefs. The production stays tight and menacing, sparse enough to let his double-time flows land like haymakers, no wasted space in this high-wire act of excess and edge.
Slime Cry, YoungBoy’s ninth studio drop via Never Broke Again and Motown, unfolds like a confessional diary in beats—raw dives into brotherhood’s fractures, felon-forged resilience, and the slime code that binds his circle. Clocking in at 18 tracks, it’s a sonic scrapbook of his evolution, from juvenile jail tales to platinum paranoia, with “Ballin'” anchoring the middle like a victory lap through the minefield. Collaborations are light here, keeping the focus on YB’s voice, but cuts like “Switches” and “Love Speaks” mirror its intensity, painting a full portrait of a man crying slime instead of tears.
The album landed on streaming shelves January 16, 2026, just in time to hijack the new year’s playlists—Spotify’s already buzzing with pre-adds turned to spins, and the Genius page is flooded with annotations unpacking every diss. No flashy video rollout yet, but YoungBoy’s teasing behind-the-scenes clips on socials, hinting at a visual tie-in that could amp the narrative. If you’re locked in, queue it up; this era’s all about that immediate, immersive pull.
Now 26 and navigating house arrest like a boss, YoungBoy’s in full phoenix mode, dropping Slime Cry as proof he’s not just surviving the system—he’s subverting it. This project marks a pivot: tighter storytelling, bolder production risks, distilling the chaos of 100-plus releases into something almost cinematic. In a discog stacked with essentials like AI YoungBoy 2 and The Last Slimeto, “Ballin'” stands as a cornerstone of his baller ethos—where dying for the bag isn’t hyperbole, it’s hymn. It matters because it humanizes the hustle, turning a kid from the projects into rap’s most prolific pulse-taker, still swinging when the world’s counting him out.
What grips you in “Ballin'” is the duality—love letters to fans tangled with middle fingers to exes, all over a beat that demands you move. As 2026 ramps up, with tours rumored and collabs swirling, YoungBoy’s reclaiming the throne one bar at a time, proving slime don’t slip.
