Another Episode

(Play that back, Dusse)

That's a 30, .30
That's a .30, .30 (grrt, baow, baow, nigga)
That's a-, what that was? Five?
Let it off, fuck it
I don't give a fuck, just let it off (baow)

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, I slow down, bend the corner

Never ever sold, hit the lights 'fore we pull up on 'em (yeah)
I just want a body (yeah), I won't tell nobody (yeah)
I got plenty bodies (yeah), I like to rap about it (yeah)
I don't give no fuck about it, bitch, I shoot up your body

Baby, shake your body, I just wanna see you pop it
I was fucked up inside my hood as a young nigga
Neighbors ain't want they children
Runnin' with me 'cause I sunk niggas
Nigga play with me, I cap it and mail it, what I did
At the school dance, I had D-Dawg outside
Bangin' at him, tryna knock off all his weave
1500 Block, he let shots up out the car behind the kids
My mama told me promise I'll never kill a
Nigga from my hood, when 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, I 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 chalkbox, zip the maid and close his mouth
Why you think the industry don't like me?
I knocked 'bout three of these bitches off

Nigga, I step in 23, 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 ask you pull a act off, bitch talkin' 'til this MAC sound

You run, I'ma blow your back off, bitch, I'm gon' make you lay down
I'm finna go back to that North, right where the fuck I was found
Behind the TV at PawPaw's, I left you a package, my dog
Yeah, get your hustle on (hustle), trap 'til the mornin'
Me and my lil' brother come walk 'em down
(Baow) or I'll do it on the muscle

Switch out the plate in the back of the car
While I'm smokin' and holdin' the 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 glitch
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 six
With a nigga who I killed, dead right now
Was poppin' pills with him and breakin' in him

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, I 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, it's kamikaze (yeah)
I just want a body (yeah), I won't tell nobody (yeah)
I got plenty bodies (yeah), I like to rap about it (yeah)

I don't give no fuck about it (yeah), bitch, I shoot up your body
Baby, shake your body, I just wanna see you pop it

I just wanna see you move
I wan' see you pop it (yeah), baby, shake your body (yeah)
I just wanna see you move (yeah)
Baby, shake your body (yeah), I wan' see you pop it (yeah)
Huh, Delfino