Another Episode

Man down, mm, look

(Play that back, Lucent)

Uh-uh, mm-hmm

That's a dirty thirty, uh, hold up

That's a dirty thirty, frrt, baow, baow

Nigga, that's a-

What that was, 5? Let it off, fuck it

I don't give a fuck, just let it off, bang

Bro shot five times from the Honda, pussy-bitch tried runnin' (yeah)

Hit him in his leg, soon as he drop, that's when you walk down on him (baow)

Hit him in his head, we skrrt off fast, now, slow down, bend the corner

'Nother episode, hit the lights, 'fore we pull up on 'em (yeah)

I just want the body (yeah), I won't tell nobody (yeah)

I got plenty bodies (yeah), I like to rap about it (yeah, yeah)

I don't give no fuck about it, bitch, I'll shoot up your body (hold on)

Baby, shake your body, I just wanna see ya pop it

I was fucked up inside my hood as a young nigga

Neighbor ain't want they children runnin' with me 'cause I slump niggas

Nigga played with me at Capital Middle, what I did?

At the school dance, I had DDawg outside, bangin' at 'em, tryna knock off all his wig

1500 Block, E let shots up out the car, behind the kid

My mama told me, promise, I'll never kill a nigga from my hood, once she found out I did

But I fucked up 'cause I doubled back

I done smacked a pussy-ass nigga 'bout that yappin', he ain't never been 'bout that

Nigga, this Top

And I'm gon' pull up, drop my top with my son and daughter in the car

With a thirty stick hangin' out my Glock, I'm screamin', "Bitch, you don't want war"

I throw my 5, I twist my fingers, and watch my daughter throw that North

I'm raisin' my son to be a hitter, my lil' nigga don't ever fuckin' talk

I make the police draw the chalk, Ba' zipped him, made him close his mouth

Why you think the industry don't like me? I knocked 'bout three of these bitches off

Nigga, I step in 23s, I say, "I'm born to walk that walk"

I got a knife inside my bunk, no bond, I don't know when I'm goin' home

I'ma act, you pull a act off, bitch talkin' to this MAC sound

You run, I'ma blow ya back out, bitch, I'm gon' make ya lay down

I'm finna go back to that North, right where the fuck I was found

Behind the TV, at Papa house, I left you a package, my dog, yeah

Get your hustle on, hustle (hustle)

Trap until the mornin'

Me and my lil' brother come walk 'em down (bust 'em), or I'll do it on the muscle

Switch out the plate in the back of the car, while I'm smokin' and holdin' a Drac'

'Fore I jump out the whip, I'ma pull my mask down

The whole world know my face, but I don't stop, and I don't guess

Soon as I pop out, I'm gon' blitz

Fuck your body, my first body, boy, my mama made me get it

Four years old with my bandana, I'm a gangster, I'm the sickest

Would a nigga, who I killed, who dead, right now?

Was poppin' pills with him and breakin' and enterin'

And I'm gon' pull up, drop my top with my son and daughter in the car

With a dirty stick hangin' out my Glock, I'm screamin', "Bitch, you don't want war"

I throw my 5, I twist my fingers, and watch my daughter throw that North

I'm raisin' my son to be a hitter, my lil' nigga don't ever fuckin' talk (fuckin' talk)

It's kamikaze (yeah)

I just want the body (yeah), I won't tell nobody (yeah)

I got plenty bodies (yeah), I like to rap about it (yeah, yeah)

I don't give no fuck about it, bitch, I'll shoot up your body (hold on)

Baby, shake your body, I just wanna see ya pop it

I just wanna see ya move

I wan' see ya pop it (yeah)

Baby, shake ya body (yeah)

I just wanna see you move (yeah)

Baby, shake ya body (yeah)

I wan' see ya pop it (yeah)

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