Finatik N Zac - Murda Something lyrics

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Finatik N Zac - Murda Something lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] A$AP Ferg, Waka Flocka [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Some say I'm possessed, that's why Christ on my chest I'm from the Southside so I throw up the S Disrespect, I lay you to rest Boy you a**, you softer than breast Bloody murder, I lay you to rest Aim for the head ain't no need for a vest Can't nothing protect you from this tec Street educated, no use for G-tech n***as be talking but really don't want it Put shells in your stomach, like p**y you wet Flocka like Rambo, I stay with the ammo Test me, that's a gamble like Russian Roulette I stay with them commas, I been through the drama You going to war, you better invest f** is a K? I ain't impressed Got thousands of shooters I pay just to flex [Hook] n***as say I'm real, b**hes say I'm hot Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't f** with cops 1-8-7 to the f**in' ops (Ain't afraid to murda something) [Verse 2: A$AP Ferg] Ain't afraid to murda something, put 'em in a hearse or something I'm thinking you n***as 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**y, them n***as 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** him You turn a** like Tahiry when I pressed your bu*tons And that was no diss, n***as 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 b**h so I'm f**ing, I skeet-skeet like it's nothing [Hook] [Bridge: Waka Flocka Flame] It's a homicide, a bloody murder All my n***as down to murder 187 on the op, that's a fallen soldier [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] I'm finna get buck and start bringing the burner Now I'm beating that a** 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 n***a go berserk Couple b**hes gave me brain, then I skeet on they skirt [Waka Flocka Flame] Yeah Ferg, you nasty Pay attention, focus on what we came for Got the drop on a n***a, got the info Soon as I hop out then go click-clack, then go bang [Hook]