เนื้อเพลง Murda Something - A$AP Ferg

[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 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
N*ggas be talking but really don't want it
Put shells 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

[Hook:]
[Waka Flocka Flame:]
N*ggas say I'm real, b*tches say I'm hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot
We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't f*ck with cops
1-8-7 to the f*ckin' 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*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 ass like to Harry 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, 2 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 nothin

[Hook]

[Waka Flocka Flame:]
It's a homicide, a bloody murder
All my n*ggas down to murder
187 on the op
That's a fallen soldier

[A$AP Ferg:]
I'm finna get back and start burnin 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 n*gga go berserk
Couple b*tches 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*gga, got the m4 too
Step out go click-clack, then go bang

[Hook]