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)

What's on the B-box (Young Gunz)

Travel wit the heat rock

Before I hit the club hit the weed spot it goes 1, 2 ,3,and Its like king midas as I was told

Young C was on the block 13 years old

I don't 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 don't gotta notice the whip

I done show them the wrist, they already know that Chris

And they know tha to stick to the script

It don't last long hit 'em and I last long

Can't drive em south long send 'em in a cab home

You takin mad long getcha bags gone

I ain't got a dime for you time for me pass on 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)

What's on the B-box (Young Gunz)

Travel wit the heat rock

Before I hit the club hit the weed spot it goes 1, 2 ,3,and 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 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 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)

What's on the B-box (Young Gunz)

Travel wit the heat rock

Before I hit the club hit the weed spot it goes 1, 2 ,3,and We the present and the future

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 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)

What's on the B-box (Young Gunz)

Travel wit the heat rock

Before I hit the club hit the weed spot it goes 1, 2 ,3,and Chris and lil' Neefie

Chris and lil' Neefie

Chris and lil' Neefie

Chris and lil' Neefie

Chris and lil' Neefie

Chris and lil' Neefie