Murda Something (Feat. Wacka Flocka Flame)

A$AP Ferg, Waka Flocka

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, 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 nothing

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)

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 buck and start bringing the burner

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 info

Soon as 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)