Another Episode

Man's down, mm, oh
(Play that back, Lucid)
Uh-uh
Mhm, 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 Hummer, pussy-bitch tried running
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 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

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 about three of these bitches off
Nigga, I step in 23's, 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
Trap it 'til the morning
Me and my lil' brother can 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 hold Mini 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)

That'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)
Eugh, Velveeta