Southside - Murda lyrics

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame: x2] I got life in the trunk, 30 stacks in my pocket Chopper in the back seat, my young n***a 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***as getting off, 40 cals spitting off BSM this the law, n***as flex, getting chopped We german shepherds, got big dogs, big weapons If you ain't ready for action, then p**y n***a keep stepping I'm a boss, you a b**h n***a; beefing not a smart move Cause I'll come to your house and kick the door in like them narcs do You n***as shark food, pack it up and fall back Cause I come out the bush and fade his a** like a side ? [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame: x2] [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 He can die tonight in here; hit him with a f**ing beer My young n***as got no fear; I got the check over here Put that kush off in the air, I don't really give a f** How you really wear your chain tucked Man I wish a n***a buck I got four sips in my cup, 3 bad b**hes in my dip Red tips off in my clip, on my L phant sh** [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame: x2] [Verse 3: Chief Keef] I got pistol in my pocket, pull it out and pop it My young n***as wilding in Chiraq catching bodies GBE, we mobbing, Chief Sosa co-starring My n***as tote pistols, it's a issue, please don't start 'em Them pistols get to popping, bodies get to dropping Smoking wheezy, 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***as can shoot 'em [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame: x2]