Meek Mill - Let Dem Guns Blam lyrics

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that f** sh** Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that f** sh** Let them things blam, let them things blam Let them things blam, let them things blam I'm too f**ed up, too turnt up I'm on f** sh** 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 n***as Ain't no OGs, just some young n***as Gangbangin', Sellin' weed Shootouts, and some ecstasy Them boys gone, them boys crazy, most have lost their mind Whole clique strapped up, f** one time Above the law, hey my n***a, I'm on my grind Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to shine Let them guns blam, b**h, 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, k** 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, f** a cop Real n***a 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 f** 'round, get mollywhopped Leave my shawty off the top I'm about a check See my young n***as 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 n***a 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 sh**tin' me Throw money on a b**h, ain't sh** 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 n***a, 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 n***as ain't totin' no straps Y'all n***as don't want no war Y'all n***as don't want my goons Hangin' 'round by your front door But that hot sh**, cause you pop sh** Runnin' 'round like you got sh** Had my n***as all in your crib Cause you runnin' 'round like you got bricks Most n***as die cause they switch sides And do dumb sh** when they get high Cross me, it won't get by Try to play it cool, and you'll get fried All the real n***as on this side n***as shoot like Dirk do Every n***a that's 'round me get real money and murk too [Hook]