Friday Night Lyrics - Tough Luv - Young Gunz

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