Hell Yeah lyrics

by

OJ da Juiceman


[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
A thousand bails of that mid sh*t
Hell yeah, this that sh*t that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush sh*t
Hell yeah, this that president Bush sh*t
Hell yeah, thousand bails of that mid sh*t
Hell yeah, this that sh*t that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush sh*t
Hell yeah, this that president Bush sh*t
Hell yeah

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
This that [?] kush sh*t
My girlfriend think she president Bush, b*tch
Hell yeah, and I'm gone off that lean sh*t
My brother Duke keep on sendin' me that green sh*t
f*ck jail, Gucci time, man I'm hood rich
I'm in that Zone 6, I throw it like the first pitch
My yellow 'Rari in the front and I parked it
A black chick in some heels match the carpet
I'm pullin' up to the club like I own it
Ain't with that bullsh*t, Gucci don't condone it
My tolerance get low with the flexin'
I woke up, bought my main chick a Lexus

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
A thousand bails of that mid sh*t
Hell yeah, this that sh*t that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush sh*t
Hell yeah, this that president Bush sh*t
Hell yeah, thousand bails of that mid sh*t
Hell yeah, this that sh*t that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush sh*t
Hell yeah, this that president Bush sh*t
Hell yeah
[Verse 2: Slim Dunkin]
I be the brick squad youngin', leave you stankin' like a Funyun
On these other rap n*gga's toes like a bunion
I'm BS, and you BS, but I'm Brick Squad, you the Bull sh*t
Pistol like my chaperone, we goin' on a school trip
Places that you never seen, blowin' on that stupid green
Rollin' on a stupid beam, hit the scene in limousines
Codeine and Promethazine, diamonds in my pinky ring
n*gga what the f*ck you mean?
Brick Squad, dream team
I got money to blow, naw, I ain't Drizzy
Money make the world go 'round, that's why I'm dizzy
Standin' behind Gucci, Flock, they like "Who is he?"
Slim Dunkin in this muhf*cka, cut the chizzy

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
A thousand bails of that mid sh*t
Hell yeah, this that sh*t that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush sh*t
Hell yeah, this that president Bush sh*t
Hell yeah, thousand bails of that mid sh*t
Hell yeah, this that sh*t that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush sh*t
Hell yeah, this that president Bush sh*t
Hell yeah
[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
It's Big Gucci, excuse me while I ball
Until my release my n*gga, no lights out
Lights out, creep on in silence
Why do I promote violence while nonviolent?
Why my tattoos smilin'?
To remind me of the time they robbed me with no problems
Now my problem solvin' is revolvin' around all these continents
And my company stretch from here to Compton to Bouldercrest
But brother [?] say, "Bompton"
That's somethin' to those who have nothin'
No bluffin', Brick Squad, no cuffin'

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
A thousand bails of that mid sh*t
Hell yeah, this that sh*t that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush sh*t
Hell yeah, this that president Bush sh*t
Hell yeah, thousand bails of that mid sh*t
Hell yeah, this that sh*t that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush sh*t
Hell yeah, this that president Bush sh*t
Hell yeah
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