a$ap ferg – murda something lyrics
[intro: waka flocka flame]
a$ap ferg, waka flocka (alright!)
ferg, flocka!
[verse 1: waka flocka flame]
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 -ss, you softer than breast
bl–dy 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
n-ggas be talking but really don’t want it
put sh-lls in your stomach, like p-ssy, 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
f-ck is a k? i ain’t impressed
got thousands of shooters i pay just to flex
[chorus: waka flocka flame & a$ap ferg]
n-ggas say i’m real, b-tches say i’m hot
disrespect the mob or squad, then you gettin’ shot
we don’t dial 9-1-1, we don’t f-ck with cops
1-8-7 to the f-ckin’ ops
ain’t afraid to murda something, ain’t afraid to murda something
ain’t afraid to murda something, ain’t afraid to murda something
ain’t afraid to murda something, ain’t afraid to murda something
ain’t afraid to murda something, ain’t afraid to murda something
[verse 2: a$ap ferg]
ain’t afraid to murda something
put ’em in a he-rs- or something
i’m thinking you n-ggas 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 p-ssy, them n-ggas 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 f-ck him
you turn -ss like tahiry when i pressed your b-ttons
and that was no diss, n-ggas quick for discussion
y’all quick for the tweeting, y’all quick to be tumbling
how about a vine, two clips to your spine
and instagram pics of me dumping
i’m feeling your b-tch so i’m f-cking
i skeet-skeet like it’s nothing
[chorus: waka flocka flame & a$ap ferg]
n-ggas say i’m real, b-tches say i’m hot
disrespect the mob or squad, then you gettin’ shot
we don’t dial 9-1-1, we don’t f-ck with cops
1-8-7 to the f-ckin’ ops
ain’t afraid to murda something, ain’t afraid to murda something
ain’t afraid to murda something, ain’t afraid to murda something
ain’t afraid to murda something, ain’t afraid to murda something
ain’t afraid to murda something, ain’t afraid to murda something
[verse 3: waka flocka flame & a$ap ferg]
it’s a homicide, a bl–dy murder
all my n-ggas 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 -ss like ike did turner
you sit in a box, you sleep in a he-rs-
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 n-gga go berserk
couple b-tches 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 n-gga, got the info
soon as i hop out then go cl!ck-clack, then go bang
[chorus: waka flocka flame & a$ap ferg]
n-ggas say i’m real, b-tches say i’m hot
disrespect the mob or squad, then you gettin’ shot
we don’t dial 9-1-1, we don’t f-ck with cops
1-8-7 to the f-ckin’ 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
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