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