Murda Something (XVII Trap Remix) lyrics

by

Waka Flocka Flame


Wooooooo
(murda, murda, murda, murda, murda)
f*ck 'em
Shawty like some

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 pus*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*ck is a K? I ain't impressed
Got thousands of shooters I pay just to flex

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
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 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 pus*y, 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 Tahiry when I pressed your buttons
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 nothing

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
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, 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
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