[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
[Chorus: 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
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
[Chorus: 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
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