Another Episode Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again | from Slime Cry

Read the full Another Episode lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again from the album Slime Cry along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Youngboy Never Broke Again’s music, you can also explore Bruce Wayne and Ballin, two other songs by Youngboy Never Broke Again.

[Intro]
(Brrt)
Man down, no
(Play that back, Lucid)
Mmm
That’s a thirty, thirty, uh, hol’ up
That’s a thirty, thirty, frrt, bop, bop
N!gga, what that was five
I dont give a fu*k, just let it off
N!gga, that’s so— what they wan’ felt
Made it out before you
Don’t give a fu*k, just let it out, bang

[Verse 1]
Bro shot five times from the Hummer, pu*sy b!tch try running
Hit him in his leg, soon as he drop, that’s when we walk down on ’em
Hit him in his head, we scale out fast, now slow down, bend the corner
Another episode, hit the lights ‘fore we pull up on ’em

[Refrain]
I just want the body, I won’t tell nobody
I got plenty bodies, I like to rap about it
Don’t give no fu*k about it, b!tch, I’ll shoot up your body
Baby, shake ya body, I just wanna see you pop it

[Verse 2]
I was fu*ked up inside my hood as a young n!gga
And everybody want they trim, running with me ’cause I sunk n!ggas
N!gga play with me, get capped in the middle
What I did at the school dance, I had DeeDawg outside
Banging at ’em, tryna knock up all this weed
1500 Block, he lift shots up out the car behind the kid
My mama told me, “Promise I’ll never kill a n!gga from my hood,” once she found out I did
But I fu*ked up ’cause I doubled back
I done smacked a pu*sy-ass n!gga ’bout that yapping, he ain’t never been ’bout that
N!gga, this Top

[Chorus]
And I’m gon’ pull up, drop my top with my son and daughter in the car
With on my Glock, I’m screaming, “B!tch, I don’t want war”
I throw my 5, I’m choosing my fingers and watch my daughter throw that north
I’m raising my son, I’ma be like, heh, on my lil’ n!gga, don’t ever fu*king talk

[Verse 3]
I make the police draw the chop, that zip that made him close his mind
Why you think the industry don’t like me? I knock about thirty of these b!tches off
N!gga, I spit the .23s, I say I’m born to walk that walk
I got a knife inside my pock’, no, boy, don’t know when I’m going home
I’ma ache, you pull (??)
B!tch talking to this mack sound
You right, I’ma blow ya back out
B!tch, I’m gon’ make ya lay down
I’m finna go back to that North, right where the fu*k I was found
Behind the TV, I pop out with hoes, Olivia (??) my dog, yeah
Get your hustle on (Hustle)
Trap it ’til the morning
Man, my lil’ brother can walk ’em down, but I do on the muscle
Switch out the plate in the back of the coupe
I’m smoking that ho and that Drac’ ‘fore I jump out the whip, I’ma pull my mask down
The whole world on my face, but I don’t stop and I don’t get too much
I pop out, I’m gon’ blitz
Fu*k yo’ 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 n!gga like you there right now, was popping bills and

[breaking the industry] (??)

[Chorus]
And I’m gon’ pull up, drop my top with my son and daughter in the car
With on my Glock, I’m screaming, “B!tch, I don’t want war”
I throw my 5, I’m choosing my fingers and watch my daughter throw that north
I’m raising my son, I’ma be like, heh, on my lil’ n!gga, don’t ever fu*king talk
(That’s kamikaze)

[Refrain]
I just want the body, I won’t tell nobody
I got plenty bodies, I like to rap about it
Don’t give no fu*k about it, b!tch, I’ll shoot up the your body (Hold on)
Baby, shake ya body, I just wanna see your pop it

[Outro]
I just wanna see you move
I wanna see your panties, baby, shake ya body
I just wanna see you move
Baby, shake ya body, I wanna see your panties
Eugh, that’s it