Murda lyrics
by Waka Flocka Flame
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n*gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n*gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
[Verse 1: Bo Deal]
I got young n*ggas getting off, 40 cals spitting off
BSM, this the law, n*ggas flex, getting chopped
We German shepherds, got big dogs, big weapons
If you ain't ready for action, then pus*y n*gga, keep stepping
I'm a boss, you a b*tch n*gga, beefing not a smart move
'Cause I'll come to your house and kick the door in like them narcs do
You n*ggas shark food, pack it up and fall back
'Cause I come out the bush and fade his ass like a sideback
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n*gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n*gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
He threw his set up in the air, I put my pistol in the air
Let him know I'm strapped in here, he can lose his life in here (Bow)
He can die tonight in here, hit him with a f*cking beer
My young n*ggas got no fear, I got the check over here
Put that kush off in the air, I don't really give a f*ck
How you really wear your chain tucked? Man I wish a n*gga buck
I got four sips in my cup, three bad b*tches in my dip
Red tips off in my clip, all myself and sh*t, squad
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n*gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n*gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
I got pistol in my pocket, pull it out and pop it
My young n*ggas wilding in Chiraq catching bodies
GBE, we mobbing, Chief Sosa co-starring
My n*ggas tote pistols, it's a issue, please don't start 'em
Them pistols get to popping, bodies get to dropping
Smoking Weezy, feeling Gucci, on that We Be Steady Mobbin'
Like Flocka, oh, let's do it, click-clack, who you with?
A lot of hundred shots and a bunch of n*ggas can shoot 'em
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n*gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket
Chopper in the back seat, my young n*gga gone pop it
15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some
17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some