Let Dem Guns Blam - Waka Flocka Flame, Meek Mill

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

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

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

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