Murda Something (feat. Waka Flocka Flame)

Some say I'm possessed that's why Christ on my chest

I'm from south side 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 the tec

Street educated no use for G tech

**** 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

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

Disrespect the mob or squad, then you get shot

We don't dial nine one one, we don't fuck with cops

One eight seven to the fucking 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 **** 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 **** 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 'em

You turn ass like Tahiry when I pressed your buttons

And that was no diss, **** quick for discussion

Y'all quick for the tweeting, y'all quick to be tumbling

How about a vine, two clips to your spine

An Instagram pics of me dumpin'

I'm feeling your bitch so I'm fucking

I skeet skeet like it's nothing

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

Disrespect the mob or squad, then you get shot

We don't dial nine one one, we don't fuck with cops

One eight seven to the fucking 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 **** down to murder

One eight seven 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 gonna put 'em in the dirt

Sipping on the Henney and a **** go berserk

Couple bitches give 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 ****, got the info

Soon as I hop out then go click clack then go bang

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

Disrespect the mob or squad, then you get shot

We don't dial nine one one, we don't fuck with cops

One eight seven to the fucking 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