(feat. Young Gunz)



[Freeway]

They got me staring at the world through my rearview

Blow that baby, scream to Gotti

Can't help you with your problems

Thug niggas wild when I come through

They can relate to my views

And couple with their problems (Uh!)

Turn this up, fucks ya problem?

This is real shit, homie

In the booth with the four-fifth

Only 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, wanna 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' niggas get shot up in liquor stores

Beat, strapped and tied up with extension cords

Holla



[Chorus - Freeway]

Freeway's in Full Effect

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

Cause, y'all taught 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

Yall taught me to go next

And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma squeaze my cannon



[Young Neef]

Yeah, Uh, Young Gunz, Neef (WHAT?)

Yo, Yo, Yo Yo

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

Cuz Young Neef's on the block missing alot of appearence

Yeah youngin' still got it in, 120 a gram

Now that have yo smokers, and yo fiends

Leanin' like a kick-stand

I'd send my brother for ya mother man

Put up blocks in em'

Dead presidents wrapped in rubber-bands

Chatti' will pistol-whips

That'll rip through sh