Murda Something Songtext / Lyric

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

Niggas be talking but really don't want it

Put shells in your stomach, like pussy 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

Fuck is a "K"? I ain't impressed

Got thousands of shooters I pay just to flex



Niggas say I'm real, bitches say I'm hot

Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot

We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with cops

1-8-7 to the fuckin' 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 niggas is sweet

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 pussy, them niggas 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 fuck him

You turn ass like Tahiry when I pressed your buttons

And that was no diss, niggas 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 bitch so I'm fucking

I skeet-skeet like it's nothin



Niggas say I'm real, bitches say I'm hot

Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot

We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with cops

1-8-7 to the fuckin' 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 M4 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 bitches 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 [?] too

I hop out then go click-clack, then go bang



Niggas say I'm real, bitches say I'm hot

Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot

We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with cops

1-8-7 to the fuckin' 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