WAKA FLOCKA FLAME - Murda feat. Chief Keef and Bo Deal lyrics
rate me[Hook] x 2
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pockets
Choppas in the back seat, my young niggas gonna pop it
15, he gonna murda some, 16, he gonna murda some
17, he gonna murda some, 18, he gonna murda some
I got young niggas getting off, 40 call spitting off
B assem, it’s the law,
Niggas flex, getting chopped
We german shepherds, got big dog, big weapons
If you ain’t ready for action, then pussy nigga keep stepping
I’m a boss, you a bitch nigga
Beefing not a smart move, cause I come to your house
And kick the door in like the natz do
You niggas shark food, pack it up and fall back
Cause I come out of bush and fade your ...like the side...
[Hook] x 2
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pockets
Choppas in the back seat, my young niggas gonna pop it
15, he gonna murda some, 16, he gonna murda some
17, he gonna murda some, 18, he gonna murda some
He do is set up in the air, I put my pistol in the air
Let them know I’m scrapping here,
He can loose his life in here
He can die tonight in here
He know where the fucking bill
My young niggas got no fear, I got that check over here
Put that kush off in the air, I don’t really give a fuck
How you really... man I wish a nigga buck
I got four zips in my cup, 3 bad bitches in my dick
Red tweets off in my clip, on my f big shit, squad!
[Hook] x 2
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pockets
Choppas in the back seat, my young niggas gonna pop it
15, he gonna murda some, 16, he gonna murda some
17, he gonna murda some, 18, he gonna murda some
I got pistol in my pocket, pull it out and pop it
My young niggas wailing, it’s Irak catching bodies
Gbe we mobbing, Chief so...costarring
My nigga told the pistols, it’s an issue, please don’t start them
Them pistol get to popping, bodies get to dropping
Smoking weezy feeling guci, on that we be steady mobbing
Like Flocka, oh let’s do it, click clack who you it
A lot of hunned shots and a bunch of niggas who shoot them
[Hook] x 2
I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pockets
Choppas in the back seat, my young niggas gonna pop it
15, he gonna murda some, 16, he gonna murda some
17, he gonna murda some, 18, he gonna murda some.
