Hell Yeah - Gucci Mane feat Slim Dunkin

[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X]
A hundred bales of that mid sh_t; hell yeah
This that sh_t that get your kids rich; hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush sh_t; hell yeah
This that President Bush sh_t; hell yeah

[Gucci Mane]
This that arm on my 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, and 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


[Slim Dunkin]
I be the Brick Squad young'un, leave you stankin like a Funion
All these other rap n_ggaz toed like a bunion
I'm B.S. and you BS, but I'm Brick Squad and you bullsh_t
Pistol like my chaperone, we goin on a school trip
Places that you never seen, blowin on that stupid green
Rollin on the stupid beam, hit the scene in limousine
Codeine, promethazine, diamonds in my pinky ring
N_gga what da 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 Guc' and Flock, they like who is he?
Slim Dunkin in this muh'f_cker; cut the chizzy

[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, pull more violence
We non-violent, while my tattoos smilin
To remind me, of the time they robbed me
With no problems, now my problems solved
And it's revolvin around all these guns yeah
And my condo, stretch from here to Compton
to Bouldercrest, Roberta who the same function{?}
That's somethin, to those who have nothin
No bluffin, Brick Squad no cuffin
It's Gucci!



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