Young Gunz - Friday Night

3,2,1 Go
[Chorus
Its a friday night and the bass was

bumpin the honeyz was rockin

the party was jumpin it wasnt
long for everybody knew (just blaze) Whats on the b box

(Youn Gunz) Travel wit the heat rock
before I hit the club hit the weed spot it goes 1,2,3,and

[Chris
Its like king midas as I was told young C

was on the block 13 years old I dont mean to brag I
had the meanest bag the suppliers was

my peeps I was bringin half took charge of the block a
pean the ave still bringin cash on

the scene at last still gloves

and mask as i proceed mad
mats, mad gats, mad hollow seed,

Ya man actin crazy roll wit the kid,

playa been hella pimpin
you already know what it is, they dont

gotta notice the whip,

I don show them the wrist, they
already know that chris and

they know tha to stick to the script it don't

last long hittem and
i last long cant drive em south

long send em in a cab home

you takin mad long get cha bags gone
I aint got a dime for you time for me pass on

[Chorus 1x

[Chris
Back in effect vest, mach in the tech,

show you how to clap wit perfect

when they actin a mess
we from north PHILLY free, peedie

crack and the rest mac south side O

and sparks back on the
West we the leaders of the new school,

heated cause my jewls cool get my jewls cool every
weekend its a new crew bout to

set the record staight soon as

the record break ship t2 more to
the store wath it levatate

[Neef
Yeah we never late early in the game

we brought pain yup heavy spen up

in every state yeah you
bond to hate tiered of the boad and

tape 7 60 bound to scape put

em all around ya face time to
cool walk in ya place get every

dime you got up out of ya safe

plus you gettin more surronded
wit bait before the law come surroundin

ya place my dogs get every pound of ya cake

[Chorus

[Neef
We the present and the futer you might

as well get used to us we been around a minute givin em
what they wanted the niggas they never

fronted but still sick to they stomache once they hear
about the gunnaz yeah they know they

girl comin you try to tell her "Please baby dont wear
that" but she's on her own think

she aint tryna hear that you knowin

whats gonna happen after
the party C and Neef up in the sweat

we fishin out the lobby back after back she trippin all
off that army me , cuff my lib not even

probably the gang hereso these chickens get bodied we
show you how we switch up better

than the party, did it in the party

me slippin out hardly baby
baretta tucked the addition we army

hit them niggas up then we breeze off calmly bucky right
behind me the ROC behind me Yup

[Chorus
Chris and lil neefie

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