Full Effect Lyrics - Freeway

Full Effect Lyrics

Full Effect Song Lyrics

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They got me starin' at the world through my rearview
Go 'head, baby, scream to God
He can help you with your problems
Thug niggas wild when I come through
They can relate to my music
Help 'em with their problems (uh)
Turn this up, f**ks ya problem?
This is real sh*t, homie
In the booth with the four-fifth on me
Only two clips, so the other clip don't get lonely
Sig-sauer on me, no sh*t, homie, know me? (Yeah)
Get in work for me, pumpin' nicks, homie (yeah)
I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some more? (Yeah, yeah)
How I ran a block, dropped and picked up broads
In a hooptie not a drop-top, got ya b**ch aboard (yeah)
Switched that sh*t, from the block sh*t
To the wreck sh*t, then I got the click aboard (yeah)
Hatin' niggas get shot up in liquor stores
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 (uh)
Freeway's in full effect
And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out (yeah, uh, uh, Young Gunna)
Y'all told me to go next (Neef)
And I'ma be goddamned if I don't squeeze my cannon, holla
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Far as I'm hearin', y'all doin' a lot of comparin'
'Cause Young Neef's been on the block missin' a lot of appearance
Yeah, youngin' still got it in, one-twenty a gram
Now that have yo' smokers, and yo' fiends
Leanin' like a kick-stand
I send my brother for ya mother, man
For them blocks and 'em dead presidents wrapped in rubber-bands
Shotties will pistol-whips
That'll rip through sh*t
I hate a prick, I kill his b**ch
And make 'em dig the dicks
Neef, keep somethin' on me, extended clip
'Cause I rather be judged by twelve then carried by six
And I can show you how to do this sh*t
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 sh*t in five-eighths
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 (uh)
Neef Bucks in full effect
And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out (yeah, uh, uh, uh)
Y'all told me to go next
And I'ma be goddamned if I don't squeeze my cannon, holla
Yo, ayo
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 the snotty nosed youngin'
E'rybody lil' youngin' (uh)
They only youngin' out huggin' that pavement for paper
They was shovelin' pavement for neighbors
I never made it to them five on five's (uh)
They was playin' live, I was tryna stay live
Tryna stay alive (stay alive)
Moms workin' 11:30 to curfew
I was tryin' to stay 'til five
Hopin' them quarters stay at five
while I'm killin' they can't stop me
before the day arrive I'll be coppin' again
So f**k a day job, while I'm dealin'
They ain't stoppin' me
Straight from the center to State Property (uh)
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 (uh)
Young Chris 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, holla