Tonart: D major•
Intro 1
D
C#m
D
F#m
D
Bm
Verse 1
I'm too drunk,
C
D
C
Bm
I'm too high to hear that fuck shit
D
C
Came to the club, yeah,
D
C
Bm
I'm on that fuck shit
G
Let them things blam, let them things blam
Bm
G
Let them things blam,
C
C#m
let them things blam
I'm too fucked up,
too turnt up I'm on fuck shit
Let them things blam,
C#m
My chopper filled up,
C#m
D
My handguns got extendos, let
G
Bm
I'm from Riverdale, full of young niggas
C
Ain't no OGs, just some young niggas
Sellin' weed
C
D
Shootouts, and some ecstasy
Bm
D
Them boys gone, them boys crazy,
most have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up,
D
Above the law, hey my nigga,
C#m
D
I'm on my grind
C#m
D
Afraid of the dark,
Bm
so I'm forced to shine
G
Bm
G
Let them guns blam, bitch, you know I am
Bm
G
I go Kanye, Jay- Z H.A.M.,
C
Bm
this the Summer of Sam
Verse 2
G
Bm
Let them guns blam (Flocka)
G
Let them guns blam (Flocka)
Bm
G
C
Let them guns blam (Flocka)
C#
Let them guns blam (Flocka)
D
Bm
Friends turned to enemies,
C#m
Bm
C#m
enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees,
D
kill you and your best friend
Let them guns blam (bow)
Bm
Let them guns blam (bow)
D
Let them guns blam (bow)
Let them guns blam (bow)
Bm
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
Verse 3
Bm
Won't stop 'til I see a body drop
G
Fuck 'round, get mollywhopped
Bm
Leave my shawty off the top
C#m
See my young niggas love to flex
Strapped up with that tech
Want beef, no talking,
C#m
Live with no regrets,
where you from shawty throw up your set
C#
Heard a nigga want me dead,
D
got a check on my head but I got too much respect
Bm
Pride, dignity, while you're hating
G
on me I'm making history
Bm
Waka goin' broke boy shittin' me
C
Throw money on a bitch,
G
Let them guns blam, let them guns blam
Bm
C
C#m
This a 44 bulldog it cannot jam
Verse 4
D
Let them guns blam (Flocka)
C#
Let them guns blam (Flocka)
D
Let them guns blam (Flocka)
C#m
C#
Let them guns blam (F locka)
D
Friends turned to enemies,
enemies turned to friends
Eat you like some busy bees,
Bm
kill you and your best friend
G
Bm
Let them guns blam (bow)
G
Let them guns blam (bow)
Bm
G
Bm
C
Let them guns blam (bow)
Let them guns blam (bow)
Bm
Too turnt up on my block
G
Middle finger to the law, fuck a cop
C
Bm
Real nigga till my heart stop
G
Bm
C
That K will make your body rock
Verse 5
turn to my enemies,
my enemies turn friends
D
C#m
C#
Ain't talkin' about no pills nig ga,
Bm
D
we slide around with extends
Bm
C#
I'm ridin' 'round in this Benz
C#m
50 rounds in this mac
I put a price on your head and they gone
D
gun you down for them racks
Bm
Y'all niggas ain't totin' no straps
Y'all niggas don't want no war
Y'all niggas don't want my goons
C
Hangin' 'round by your front door
'cause you pop shit
G
Bm
Runnin' 'round like you got shit
Had my niggas all in your crib
Cause you runnin' 'round
C#m
Most niggas die cause
they switch sides
Bm
C#m
And do dumb shit when they get high
D
C#m
Cross me, it won't get by
D
Try to play it cool, and you'll get fried
C#m
D
All the real niggas on this side
Niggas shoot like Dirk do
C#
D
Every nigga that's 'round me
Bm
get real money and murk too
Verse 6
G
C
Bm
Let them guns blam (Flocka)
G
Bm
Let them guns blam (Flocka)
G
C
Let them guns blam (Flocka)
Bm
Let them guns blam (Flocka)
C
Friends turned to enemies,
Bm
enemies turned to friends
G
Bm
Eat you like some busy bees,
C
kill you and your best friend
C#
D
Let them guns blam (bow)
Bm
Let them guns blam (bow)
D
Bm
Let them guns blam (bow)
D
Let them guns blam (bow)
Bm
Too turnt up on my block
Middle finger to the law, fuck a cop
Real nigga till my heart stop
Outro 1
That K will make your body rock
Bm
Bm
G
Bm
G
Bm
C
Bm
G
Bm
G
C
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