Let Dem Guns Blam

(альбом: Triple F Life: Friends, Fans And Family - 2012)

[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.