[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Fuck 'em, fuck! 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 'em things blam, let 'em things blam Let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam I'm too fucked up, too turnt up I'm on fuck shit Let 'em things blam, let 'em things blam My chopper filled up, let 'em things blam My hangers got extendos, let 'em 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 forced to shine. Let em guns blam, bitch, you know I am I might go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer of sound
[Chorus:] Let em guns blam, Flocka Let em guns blam, Flocka Let em guns blam, Flocka Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend. Let em guns blam, bow Let em guns blam, bow Let em guns blam, bow Let em guns blam, bow To turnt up on my block Middle finger to the law fuck a cop Real nigga till my heart stop That KO make your body rock.
[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Won't stop 'till I see a body drop Fuck round get mollywopped Leave my shawty off the top I'm about a check My young niggas love to flex Strapped up with that tech Want beef, no talking, shawty that's a bet Live with no regret, [?] When your friends try throw up your set A nigga want me dead, got a check on my head got but I got too much too much respect. Pride, dignity! while you're hating on me I'm making history Waka goin broke boy shitting me Throw money on a bitch, ain't shit to me! Let them guns blam, let them guns blam This a 44 bulldog it can not jam
[Chorus:] Let em guns blam, Flocka Let em guns blam, Flocka Let em guns blam, Flocka Let em guns blam, Flocka Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend. Let em guns blam, bow Let em guns blam, bow Let em guns blam, bow Let em guns blam, bow To turnt up on my block Middle finger to the law fuck a cop Real nigga till my heart stop That KO make your body rock.
[Verse 3: Meek Mill] My friends turn in my enemies, my enemies turn friends Ain't no talking about no pills nigga, we sliding round with extends I'm ridin round in this Benz 50 rounds in this mac I put a price on your head and they gone lay you down for dem racks Ya'll niggas ain't toting no straps Ya'll niggas don't want no war Ya'll niggas don't want my goons Came around 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 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 around me get real money and dirt too
[Chorus:] Let em guns blam, Flocka Let em guns blam, Flocka Let em guns blam, Flocka Let em guns blam, Flocka Friends turned to enemies, enemies turned to friends Eat you like some busy bees, kill you and your best friend. Let em guns blam, bow Let em guns blam, bow Let em guns blam, bow Let em guns blam, bow To turnt up on my block Middle finger to the law fuck a cop Real nigga till my heart stop That KO make your body rock.