Testo Full Effect - Freeway feat. Young Gunz
Testo della canzone Full Effect (Freeway feat. Young Gunz), tratta dall'album Philadelphia Freeway
They got me staring at the world through my rear view
Go 'head baby scream to God, he can help you with your problems
Thug niggas bow when I come through
They can relate to my music help 'em with they problems
Turn this up bitch, your problem
This is real shit, homie in the booth with the full clip
On me two clips so the other clip don't get lonely
Six lawyer on me, no case homie
Yeah, didn't work for me pumping heat homie
Yeah, I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some more?
Yeah, yeah, how I ran the block dropping pick the arsenal
In the hooptie, not a drop top, got your bitch aboard
Switched that shit from the block shit
To the rap shit then I got the click aboard
Yeah, yeah, hating niggas get shot up in liquor stores
Keeps grabbin', tied up with extension cords, holla
Freeway's in full effect
And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet
Cause y'all told me to go next
And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma get my turn up
Freeway's in full effect
And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet
Cause y'all told me to go next
And I'ma be goddamned if I don't squeeze my cannon, holla
Far as I'm hearing, y'all doing a lot of comparing
Cause young Neef been on the block missing a lot of appearance
Yeah, youngin' still got it in, 120 of kush
And that'll have your smokers and your fiends leaning like a kickstand
I send my brother for your mother, man
For them blocks and them dead presidents wrapped in rubber bands
Shotty with pistol grips that'll rip through shit
I hate a fuck, kill his bitch, make him dig his ditch
Neef, keep something on me, extended clip
Cause I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
And I can show you how to do this shit
Get you straight and get your cake right
Let a smoker test your weight before you take it to the plate
Rock it down, stuff the shit in five eights, early and not late
Don't be making no mistakes, put it out
And then you bring it back straight, there's more money to make, holla
Neef Buck's in full effect
And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet
Cause y'all told me to go next
And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma get my turn up
Neef Buck's in full effect
And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet
Cause y'all told me to go next
And I'ma be goddamned if I don't squeeze my cannon, holla
Young gunna, just another victim of the ghetto, nigga
Post and pivot and distribute the work
My pop broke his pivot, 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 that snotty nosed youngin', everybody lil' youngin'
The only youngin' out hugging that pavement for paper
They was shoveling pavements for neighbors
I never made it to them five on five
They was playing live, I was tryna stay live
Tryna stay alive, moms working
11:30 The curfew, I was tryna stay 'til five
Hoping them quarters stay at five
While I'm killing they can't stop me, before the day arrive
I be copping again, so fuck a day job
While I'm dealing they ain't stopping me
Straight from the center to state property
Young Chris in full effect
And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet
Cause y'all told me to go next
And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma get my turn up
Young Chris in full effect
And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet
Cause y'all told me to go next
And I'ma be goddamned if I don't squeeze my cannon, holla
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Gregory Smith, Leslie Pridgen, Christopher Ries, Hanif Muhammad
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