Let Dem Guns Blam

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that fuck shit Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit Let them things blam, let them things blam Let them things blam, let them things blam I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit Let them things blam, let them things blam My chopper filled up, let them things blam My handguns got extendos, let them things blam I'm from Riverdale, full of young niggas Ain't no OGs, just some young niggas Gangbangin', Sellin' weed Shootouts, and some ecstasy Them boys gone, them boys crazy, most have lost their mind Whole clique strapped up, fuck one time Above the law, hey my nigga, I'm on my grind Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to shine Let them guns blam, bitch, you know I am I go Kanye, Jay-Z H.A.M., this the Summer of Sam [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Let them guns blam (Flocka) Let them guns blam (Flocka) Let them guns blam (Flocka) Let them guns blam (Flocka) Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend Let them guns blam (bow) Let them guns blam (bow) Let them guns blam (bow) Let them guns blam (bow) Too turnt up on my block Middle finger to the law, fuck a cop Real nigga till my heart stop That K will make your body rock [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Won't stop 'til I see a body drop Fuck 'round, get mollywhopped Leave my shawty off the top I'm about a check See my young niggas love to flex Strapped up with that tech Want beef, no talking, shawty that's a bet Live with no regrets, where you from shawty throw up your set Heard a nigga want me dead, got a check on my head but I got too much respect Pride, dignity, while you're hating on me I'm making history Waka goin' broke boy shittin' me Throw money on a bitch, ain't shit to me Let them guns blam, let them guns blam This a 44 bulldog it cannot jam [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] My friends turn to my enemies, my enemies turn friends Ain't talkin' about no pills nigga, we slide around with extends I'm ridin' 'round in this Benz 50 rounds in this mac I put a price on your head and they gone gun you down for them racks Y'all niggas ain't totin' no straps Y'all niggas don't want no war Y'all niggas don't want my goons Hangin' 'round by your front door But that hot shit, cause you pop shit Runnin' 'round like you got shit Had my niggas all in your crib Cause you runnin' 'round like you got bricks Most niggas die cause they switch sides And do dumb shit when they get high Cross me, it won't get by Try to play it cool, and you'll get fried All the real niggas on this side Niggas shoot like Dirk do Every nigga that's 'round me get real money and murk too [Hook]