Murda

Lyrics

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas getting off, 40 cals spitting off BSM, this the law, niggas flex, getting chopped We German shepherds, got big dogs, 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'll come to your house and kick the door in like them narcs do You niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 fucking beer My young niggas got no fear, I got the check over here Put that kush off in the air, I don't really give a fuck How you really wear your chain tucked? Man I wish a nigga buck I got four sips in my cup, three bad bitches in my dip Red tips off in my clip, all myself and shit, squad [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas wilding in Chiraq catching bodies GBE, we mobbing, Chief Sosa co-starring My niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga gone pop it 15 he gonna murder some, 16 he gonna murder some 17 he gonna murder some, 18 he gonna murder some