Hell Yeah (feat. Slim Dunkin) Lyrics

Hell Yeah - Gucci Mane

A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah

This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah

Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah

This that president bush shit hell yeah

A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah

This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah

Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah

This that president bush shit hell yeah

This that arm on my kush shit

My girlfriend think she president bush bitch hell yeah

And I'm gone off that lean shit

My brother duke keep on sending me that green shit fuck 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 pulling up to the club like I own it

Ain't with that bullshit, gucci don't condone it

My tolerance get low with the flexing

I woke up, bought my main chick a lexus

A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah

This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah

Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah

This that president bush shit hell yeah

A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah

This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah

Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah

This that president bush shit hell yeah

I be the brick squad young'un, leave you stanking like a funion

All these other rap niggaz toed like a bunion

I'm BS and you BS, but I'm brick squad and you bullshit

Pistol like my chaperone, we going on a school trip

Places that you never seen, blowing on that stupid green

Rolling on the stupid beam, hit the scene in limousine

Codeine, promethazine, diamonds in my pinky ring

Nigga what the fuck you mean brick squad, dream team

I got , naw I ain't drizzy

Money make the world go 'round, that's why I'm dizzy

Standing behind guc' and flock, they like who is he

Slim dunking in this muh fucker cut the chizzy

A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah

This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah

Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah

This that president bush shit hell yeah

A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah

This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah

Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah

This that president bush shit hell yeah

It's big gucci, excuse me while I ball

Until my release my nigga no lights out

Lights out, creep on in silence

Why do, I, pull more violence

We nonviolent, while my tattoos smiling

To remind me, of the time they robbed me

With no problems, now my problems solved

And it's revolving around all these guns yeah

And my condo, stretch from here to compton

To bouldercrest, roberta who the same function

That's something, to those who have nothing

No bluffing, brick squad no cuffing

A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah

This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah

Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah

This that president bush shit hell yeah

A hundred bales of that mid shit hell yeah

This that shit that get your kids rich hell yeah

Hundred bags of that kush shit hell yeah

This that president bush shit hell yeah

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