Hell Yeah (feat. Slim Dunkin) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Slim Dunkin
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
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
This that arm on my kush sh*t
My girlfriend think she president bush b**ch hell yeah
And I'm gone off that lean sh*t
My brother duke keep on sending me that green sh*t f**k 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 b******t 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 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
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
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 b******t
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
Ni**a what the f**k 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 f**ker cut the chizzy
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
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
It's big gucci excuse me while I ball
Until my release my ni**a 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 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
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
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