Friday Night - Young Gunz

Uh-huh, Young Gunnas

Whoa

Young Gunnas (Young Gunnas)

Neef and C

OK

Young, young, young, young, young

Young, young, young, young, young

Young, Young Gunnas

Three, two, one

It was a friday night and the bass was bumpin' (whoa)

The honeys was rockin'

The parties was jumpin' (whoa)

And it wasn’t long before everybody knew

JUST BLAZE

was on the beat box

Young Gunnas

the one with the heat rock

Before I hit the club, hit the weed spot

It goes a one (one), two (two), three (three), and

(Ok, young Chris)

Just like King Midas, as I was told

Young C was on the block, thirteen years old

I don’t mean to brag

Had the meanest bags

To supply to my peeps

I was bringin' hag

Took charge of the block, game ping to ave (uh-huh)

Still bringin' cash on the scene at last

Still gloves and masks, as I proceed

Mad Max, mad hats, mad hollow t’s

Your man actin' crazy, roll with the kid

Playa a hell of a pimp

You already know what it is

They don’t gotta notice the whips

I don’t show 'em the wrist

They already know that I’m Chris

And they know that’s the stick

To the script and I last long

Hit 'em and I last long

Can’t drive a scale for

Send 'em in a cab home

He takin' mad long

Get your bags gone

I ain’t got a dime for you

Time for me to pass on

(Chris, Chris and Lil' Neefy)

Back in effect

Best mack in the tech (uh-huh)

Show you how to clap or perfect

When they actin' all messed

We from north Philly

Free, Peedi Crakk, and the rest

Max, south side, O and Sparks back on the west

We the leaders of the new school

Hate it cause my jewels cool

Get my jewels, crew

Every weekend it’s a new crew

'Bout to set the record straight

Soon as the record breaks

Shit, some more, to the store, watch it levitate

And we never late

Early in the game

We brought pain (yup)

Heavy spins up in every state (what)

Yea you bound to hate

Die if the bound, it quakes

Seven-sixty-nine escape

Put 'em all around ya face (yeah)

Diamond cool, welcome ya place

Get every dime you got up outta ya safe

Plus you gettin' more surrounded with bake

Before the law comes surrounding your place

My dogs get every pound of your cake

(young, young, young, young Neef)

We the present and the future

You might as well get used to

It’s been around a minute

Given 'em what they wanted

The niggas, they never front it

They still sick to they stomach

Once they hear about the gunnas

Yeah they know that girls comin

Yeah, you try to tell her

Please baby don’t wear that

She’s on her own

Think she ain’t tryin to hear that

You know what’s gonna happen after the party

C and Neef up in the suite

You fishin' 'em down in the lobby

Back at the back

She trippin' all at the army (army)

Me cuffed my lib, not even probably (probably)

The game’s here, so these chickens get bodied (bodied)

We show you how we switch up better than a party

Get it in a party

We slippin' out, hardly

Baby, Beretta’d up

Yeah this your beat army

Hit them niggas up

Then we breeze off Tommy

Fuck it, right behind me

The whole block behind me (yup)

Chris and Lil' Neef

Chris and Lil' Neef

Chris Lil' Neef

Chris and Lil' Neef

Chris and Lil' Neef

Chris Lil' Neef