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Murda Something (feat. Waka Flocka Flame) by A$AP Ferg album cover

Murda Something (feat. Waka Flocka Flame)

by A$AP Ferg

Lyrics
A$AP Ferg
Waka Flocka
Murda Murda
Murda Murda

Some say I'm possessed that's why Christ on my chest
I'm from the Southside so I throw up the "S"
Disrespect I lay you to rest
Boy you ass you softer than breast
Bloody murder I lay you to rest
Aim for the head ain't no need for a vest
Can't nothing protect you from this tec
Street educated no use for G-tech
****** be talking but really don't want it
Put shells in your stomach like b***h you wet
Flocka like Rambo I stay with the ammo
Test me that's a gamble like Russian Roulette
I stay with them commas I been through the drama
You going to war you better invest
**** is a "K" I ain't impresse
Got thousands of shooters I pay just to flex
B*****s say I'm real, hoes say I'm hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad then you get shot
We don't dial 9-1-1 we don't **** with cops
1-8-7 to the mother****ing ops
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Put 'em in a hearse or something
I'm thinking you b*****s is swee
Like a Starburst or something

Get 'em a purse or something
Might get 'em in church or something
We heard the deacon speaking
I'm Donnie McClurkin frontin'
I smell b*****s them niggers hurt your cousin
All my people say "Stomp " like I'm Kirk or something
Put 'em in the dirt like "Work" or something
He get on my nerves so **** him
You turn ass like Tahiry when I pressed your buttons
And that was no diss, ****in' quick for discussion
Y'all quick for the tweeting y'all quick to be tumbling
How about a Vine 2 clips to your spine
And Instagram pics of me dumping
I'm feeling your shit, so I'm ****in' it
I skeet-skeet like it's nothin
B*****s say I'm real, hoes say I'm hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad then you get shot
We don't dial 9-1-1 we don't **** with cops
1-8-7 to the mother****ing ops
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
It's a homicide a bloody murder
All my niggas down to murder
187 on the op
That's a fallen soldier
I'm finna get back and start the brain
Now I'm beating that ass like Ike did Turner
You sit in a box you sleep in a hearse
Wherever you from that's my turf
Fergie Ferg and I'm putting in work
Young Flocka Flame gon' put 'em in the dirt
Sipping on the Henny and a nigga go berserk
Couple b*****s gave me brain, then I skeet on they skirt
Yeah Ferg you nasty
Pay attention focus on what we came for
Got the drop on a nigga, got the tool
I hop out then go click-clack then go bang

B*****s say I'm real, hoes say I'm hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad then you get shot
We don't dial 9-1-1 we don't **** with cops
1-8-7 to the mother****ing ops
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something