Full Effect (feat. Young Gunz)

They got me staring at the world through my rearview

Blow that baby, scream to Gotti

Can't help you with you problems

Thug **** wild when I come through

They can relate to my music

Help them with their problems

Turn this up, fuck's ya problem?

This is real shit, homie

In the booth with the four-fifth

On me, two clips, so the other clip

Don't get lonely homie, pull it homie

No shit homie, know me? (Yeah!)

Get in work, fa' we puffin licks, homie (Yeah!)

I got the vocal chords, want to hear some more? (Yeah!)

How I ran a block, dropped and picked up brauds

In a hooptie not a drop-top, got ya bitch up more (Yeah!)

Switch next-shift, from the block-shift

To the wreck-shift, then I got the click up raw (Yeah!)

Hatin' **** get shot up in liquor store

Beat, strapped and tied up with extension cords

Holla

Freeway's in Full Effect

And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner

'Cause, y'all told me to go next

And I'ma be Goddamned if I'ma give my turn up

Freeway's in Full Effect

And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out

Y'all told me to go next

And I'ma be Goddamned if I don't squeeze my cannon

Far as I'm hearing, y'all doing a lot of comparing

'Cause Young Neef's on the block, missing a lot of appearance

Yeah, youngin' still got in, 120 a gram

Now that'll have yo smokers, and yo fiends

Leanin' like a kick-stand

I'd send my brother for ya mother, man

Put em' blocks in 'em

Dead presidents wrapped in rubber-bands

Chatti' will pistol-whips

That'll rip through shit

I hate a prick, I'd kill his bitch

And make her lick the dick

Neef, keeps out more than an extended clip

'Cause I rather be judged by twelve and carried by six

And I can show you how to do this shit

Get ya straight and get ya cake, right?

Let us smoke and test ya weight

Before you take it to the plate

Rock it down, stuff the shit in five eights

Early and not late (Uh!)

Don't be makin' no mistakes

Put it out and then you bring it back straight

It's more money to make

Holla

Neef Bucks in Full Effect

And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner

'Cause, y'all told me to go next

And I'ma be Goddamned if I'ma give my turn up

Neef Bucks in Full Effect

And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out

Y'all taught me to go next

And I'ma be Goddammed if I don't squeeze my cannon

Young Gunna, just another victim of the ghetto ****

Post and pivot and distribute the work

My pop broke as filthy, got addicted to work

Man, they say it's a shame, but as they say it's the game

I made my way through the game

Rowdy lil' youngin', was the snotty nosed youngin'

Everybody lil' youngin'

The only youngin' now huggin' that pavement

For paper they was shoveling pavement for neighbors

I never made it to them five on five's

They was playin' live, I was trying to stay live

Trying to stay alive

Mom's workin' 11:30 to curfew, I was tryin' to stay til' 5

Hoping I'm cool to stay a-fire while I'm killin' it

Can't stop me before the day arrive

I'll be coppin' again

So fuck a day job while I'm feelin' it

They ain't stoppin' me

Straight from the center to State Property

Young Chris in Full Effect

And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner

'Cause, y'all told me to go next

And I'ma be Goddamned if I'ma give my turn up

Young Chris in Full Effect

And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out

Y'all taught me to go next

And I'ma be Goddammed if I don't squeeze my cannon