Murda Something Songtext
von A$AP Ferg

A$AP Ferg
Waka Flocka (yeah, alright)
Murda, murda, murda, Flocka! (Turn the lights on!)

Some say I′m possessed, that's why Christ on my chest (you know)
I′m from the Southside so I throw up the S (real for that)
Disrespect, I lay you to rest
Boy, you ass, you softer than breast (booyah, booyah, blow)
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 (booyah)
Street educated, no use for G-tech (Squad)

Niggas be talking but really don′t want it
Put shells in your stomach, like pussy, you wet (booyah, bow)
Flocka like Rambo, I stay with the ammo
Test me, that′s a gamble like Russian Roulette (bow)
I stay with them commas, I've been through the drama
You going to war, you better invest (bow, you know)
Fuck is a K? I ain′t impressed
Got thousands of shooters I pay just to flex (Flocka!)


Niggas say I'm real, bitches say I′m hot (bang, ay, you know)
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot
We don't dial 9-1-1, we don′t fuck with cops
1-8-7 to the fuckin' opps

Ain't afraid to murda something
Ain′t afraid to murda something
Ain′t afraid to murda something
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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 (pop!)
I'm thinking you niggas is sweet
Like a Starburst or something (yeah)
Get ′em a purse or something
Might get ′em in church or something
We heard the deacon speaking
I'm Donnie McClurkin frontin′ (alright)


I smell pussy, them niggas hurt your cousin (yeah)
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 him
You turn ass like Tahiry when I pressed your buttons
And that was no diss, niggas 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 bitch so I'm fucking (dumping)
I skeet-skeet like it′s nothin′ (damn!)

Niggas say I'm real, bitches say I′m hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot
We don't dial 9-1-1, we don′t fuck with cops
1-8-7 to the fuckin' opps

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 (Flocka!)
Ain't afraid to murda something

It′s a homicide, a bloody murder
All my niggas down to murder
1-8-7 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
Hit Fergie Ferg and I′m putting in work
Young Flocka Flame gon′ put 'em in the dirt
Sipping on the Henny and a nigga go berserk
Couple bitches gave me brain, then I skeet on they skirt

Damn, Ferg, you nasty
Pay attention, focus on what we came for (came for)
Got the drop on a nigga, got the info
Soon as I hop out, click-clack, then go bang (bang)
(Turn the lights on, bow)

Niggas say I′m real, bitches say I'm hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you get shot
We don′t dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with cops
1-8-7 to the fuckin′ opps

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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