Friday Night

[Young Chris] 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 [Hook] [Young Chris] 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] JUST BLAZE [Young Chris] was on the beat box [Just Blaze] Young Gunnas [Young Chris] 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 [Verse 1] [Young Chris] (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 [Hook] [Verse 2] [Young Chris] (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 [Neef] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] [Neef] (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 [Young Chris] Yeah they know that girls comin [Neef] 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) [Hook] [Young Chris] Chris and Lil' Neef Chris and Lil' Neef Chris [x6] Lil' Neef Chris and Lil' Neef Chris and Lil' Neef Chris [x 6] Lil' Neef