In the dim glow of a Baton Rouge trap house, where love’s a loaded clip and trust is just another risk, YoungBoy Never Broke Again crafts anthems that feel like confessions whispered at gunpoint. “Perfecto,” the standout cut from his blistering new album Slime Cry, captures that intoxicating rush of devotion amid the paranoia—celebrating a ride-or-die shorty who’s equal parts muse and armor in his chaotic empire. It’s YoungBoy at his most tender yet treacherous, weaving flexes of luxury with flickers of fear, the kind of track that lingers like smoke after a late-night session. For fans chasing that raw emotional high, Perfecto lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again deliver a blueprint for unbreakable bonds in a breakable world.
| Lead Vocals | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Songwriter | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Music Producer | D-Roc, BJondatrakk, MacroMadeIt & Skolo |
| Label | Never Broke Again & Motown Records |
| Release Date | January 16, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Never Broke Again |
| Distributor | Universal Music Group |
Lyrics of Perfecto by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
[Intro]
BJ On One
Skolo
I’m Number One (Is That Nathan?)
Believe That
Uh-oh, You, Ooh, You Might Can— Ooh, I, I
Alright, Now, Rock, And Rock Your Body
I Don’t Know, Ooh (D-Roc)
Uh
[Chorus]
My B**ch Bad And She On Point
And My Swag Match My Gun (Uh, Uh)
Ain’t No Question If I’m Booted
I Got Molly On My Tongue (Uh, Uh)
I Show My A*s, B**ch, I’m Dumb
Yeah, Check Out How I Come (Uh, Uh)
As Long As You Holdin’ Up My Back, Then You Won’t Never Want For Nothin’ (Huh?)
She Perfecto, I Want Her More Than My Dough (More Than My Dough)
She Perfecto, Shorty More Fun Then My Rolls (My Rolls)
I Can’t Let Go, She Mean More Than My Hoes
Ninety-Nine Overall, She Perfecto
[Verse 1]
This B**ch Happy, She A Baddie
She Been Crafted, She Perfected
When I Stab It, I Won’t Pull Out And She Know That, If She Let Me
She Gon’ Put That Gas On Me
91, Ain’t No Unleaded
Pussy Nigga, Run Up On Me
I’m Just Ready To Unlead It
I’m Gettin’ Dirty, And It’s Messy
Stolen Glocks And Chevy’s
B**ch, I’m Baby Boo, You Try To Boot And Get A Headband
Nigga, F**k You And The News, Do What I Do, I Know You Wish You Can
Syrup By The Tank, I’m On That Drank, I’m Bumpin’ Kankan
I Won’t Hurt Nobody, I Swear, I, I Let Out This Choppa, I Aim It At, Everybody
Holdin’ Me, If You Sleep At Night With Eyes Wide
I’m Not Alright, They’ve Been Watchin’ Me (Who’ve Been Watchin’?)
Who, Yeah? (Who That Is?)
I’m Scared
Late At Night, I Got A Beam By My Bed (By My Bed, I Got A Beam)
Where I Live, I Knock Off Your Head (They Gon’ Hear Ya Scream)
I Keep It Concealed, I Gotta Reveal It, Then I’m Gon’ Hurt Some F**kin’ Body
F**k What You’re Doin’ And How You Live, My Nigga Ain’t With That Pu**y Poppin’
Pu**y, Play Me, I’m Gon’ Pop It
I’m Not Dumb, Gotta Watch Them
This My Gym, I’m The One Controllin’ All The Way
I’m Gon’ Work It Out The Gate
I’m Gon’ Take It All Away
Try To Take What I’ve Been Paid
I Squeeze This Heater At Your Face
I’m Gon’ Speak It, Close Your Mouth, B**ch
I’m Really Your Faith
You Better Watch The Way You Talk, B**ch
I’ll Pop Up At Your Place
[Chorus]
My B**ch Bad And She On Point
And My Swag Match My Gun
Ain’t No Question If I’m Booted
I Got Molly On My Tongue
I Show My A*s, B**ch, I’m Dumb
Yeah, Check Out How I Come
As Long As You Holdin’ Up My Back,
Then You Won’t Never Want For Nothin’ (Huh?)
She Perfecto, I Want Her More Than My Dough (More Than My Dough)
She Perfecto, Shorty More Fun Then My Rolls (My Rolls)
I Can’t Let Go, She Mean More Than My Hoes
Ninety-Nine Overall, She Perfecto
[Verse 2]
She Perfecto, Can’t Let Go, My Best Ho, Her Neck Glow
She Gon’ Get It How She Live To Pay Her Bills, Yeah, It’s Dumb
F**k That Nigga, I’m Here, You Don’t Worry ’bout Him
I Got Beams In Your Crib And I’m Gon’ Aim It, I See Him
About “Perfecto by YoungBoy Never Broke Again”
YoungBoy Never Broke Again turns street poetry into a pulse-pounding prayer with “Perfecto,” where gritty trap hooks meet hazy romance—addictive, armed, and achingly alive.
Beneath its surface swagger, “Perfecto” is a love letter laced with menace, blending trap’s thunderous 808s and syrupy synths to evoke a mood that’s euphoric one bar, edged with dread the next. Themes of perfection in imperfection dominate: a “baddie” who’s more valuable than stacks or whips, set against verses that pivot from bedroom bliss to bedroom beams, guarding against shadows in the sheets. Production, helmed by D-Roc, BJondatrakk, MacroMadeIt, and Skolo, keeps it visceral—minimalist beats that let YoungBoy’s auto-tuned growl and rapid cadences slice through, echoing the lean, lethal sound that’s fueled his streak of viral heaters.
Slime Cry arrives as YoungBoy’s ninth studio album, a 30-track odyssey through the slime language of loyalty, loss, and lethal come-ups, released January 16 via Never Broke Again and Motown Records. The project’s artistic core? It’s his rawest reckoning yet, blending juvenile heartaches with hardened hood hymns, a sonic diary of brotherhood’s burdens and betrayals. From the confessional “Love Speaks” to the vengeful “Mask and Gloves,” Slime Cry paints YoungBoy’s world in vivid slime green—unflinching on mental health scars, family felonies, and the grind that got him ghosted by the game. “Perfecto” slots in as the emotional anchor, a breather amid the barrage that humanizes the hustle.
Touching down on streaming shelves yesterday, the album’s rollout has been a masterclass in momentum: a teaser clip on Instagram racking up 5 million views in hours, followed by a moody visual for “Perfecto” dropping today on YouTube, all self-directed grit with neon-drenched nights and knowing glances. Collaborators stay in the family—no guest spots here, just pure YB vision—but the producers’ chemistry shines, layering trap’s dirt with subtle R&B glimmers. Hit Spotify for the full drop; it’s already gunning for No. 1, with fans pre-saving in droves before the clock struck midnight.
Now 26 and navigating the fallout from federal charges that could’ve caged his creativity, YoungBoy’s in full phoenix mode, dropping Slime Cry from house arrest like it’s just another Tuesday trap. This era marks his boldest pivot: dialing back the melody for martial precision, experimenting with vulnerability that doesn’t soften the edges but sharpens them. “Perfecto” embodies that growth—less about invincible slime, more about the fragile flames that keep it lit—cementing its place in a discography that’s birthed icons like AI YoungBoy 2 and The Last Slimeto. It’s not just a track; it’s a milestone, proving why he’s rap’s most prolific pulse-taker, turning trials into timeless tapes.
What hooks deepest in “Perfecto” is its duality: lines flipping from “she perfecto, more than my dough” to “I’m scared, late at night, I got a beam by my bed,” mirroring the tightrope walk of fame’s fortress. As Slime Cry unspools beef echoes and baby mama blues, it feels like YoungBoy reclaiming his narrative, one “ninety-nine overall” confession at a time. In 2026’s algo-driven deluge, his authenticity is the ultimate flex—music that doesn’t just stream, it seeps into your veins.
YoungBoy’s ninth chapter with Slime Cry is a slime-soaked symphony of survival, and “Perfecto” is the gem that makes you believe in the beauty of the broken.
