A$AP Ferg - Murda Something lyrics

[Intro- Waka Flocka Flame:] A$AP Ferg Waka Flocka Murda, Murda Murda, Murda [Verse 1 - Waka Flocka Flame:] Some say I'm possessed, that's why Christ on my chest I'm from the Southside so I throw up the "S" Disrespect, I lay you to rest Boy you a**, you softer than breast Bloody murder, I lay you to rest Aim for the head ain't no need for a vest Can't nothing protect you from this tec Street educated, no use for G-tech n***as be talking but really don't want it Put shells in your stomach, like p**y you wet sponsored links Flocka like Rambo, I stay with the ammo Test me, that's a gamble like Russian Roulette I stay with them commas, I been through the drama You going to war, you better invest f** is a "K"? I ain't impressed Got thousands of shooters I pay just to flex [Hook:] [Waka Flocka Flame:] n***as say I'm real, b**hes say I'm hot Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't f** with cops 1-8-7 to the f**in' ops [A$AP Ferg:] Ain't afraid to murda something [x8] [Verse 2 - A$AP Ferg:] Ain't afraid to murda something Put 'em in a hearse or something I'm thinking you n***as is sweet Like a Starburst or something Get 'em a purse or something Might get 'em in church or something We heard the deacon speaking I'm Donnie McClurkin frontin' I smell p**y, them n***as hurt your cousin All my people say "Stomp!" like I'm Kirk or something Put 'em in the dirt like "Work" or something He get on my nerves so f** him You turn a** like to Harry when I pressed your bu*tons And that was no diss, n***as quick for discussion Y'all quick for the tweeting, y'all quick to be tumbling How about a Vine, 2 clips to your spine And Instagram pics of me dumping I'm feeling your b**h so I'm f**ing I skeet-skeet like it's nothin [Hook] [Waka Flocka Flame:] It's a homicide, a bloody murder All my n***as down to murder 187 on the op That's a fallen soldier [A$AP Ferg:] I'm finna get back and start [?] the brain 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, and 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 [?] too I hop out then go click-clack, then go bang [Hook]