Hell Yea lyrics

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
A thousand [?] 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
A thousand [?] 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: 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 [?] 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
A thousand [?] 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 funyon
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 [?] 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
A thousand [?] 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 [?]
And my company stretch from here to Compton to Bouldercrest
[?] say Bompton
That's somethin' to those who have nothin'
No bluffin', Brick Squad, no cuffin'

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
A thousand [?] 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
A thousand [?] 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