Gucci Mane - Hell Yeah lyrics

rate me

Thousand bags of that mid shit (hell yea)

This that shit that get yo kidz rich (hell yea)

Hundred bags of that kush shit (hell yea)

This that president bush shit (hell yea)

[x2]

This that arm on my kush shit

My girlfriend think she president bush bitch

Hell yea, and I'm gon off that lean shit

My brotha duke keep on sendin me that green shit

Fuck jail gucci time, and I'm hoodrich

I'm in that zone 6, and 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 bullshit, gucci don't condone it

My tolerance get low with the flexxin

I woke up bought my main chick a lexus

Thousand bags of that mid shit (hell yea)

This that shit that get yo kidz rich (hell yea)

Hundred bags of that kush shit (hell yea)

This that president bush shit (hell yea)

[x2]

I be the bricksquad youngin

Stankin like a funyan

All these otha rap niggas, toed like a bunyan

I'm BS and you BS

But I'm BRICKSQUAD and you BULLSHIT

Pistol like a chapporone

We goin on a school trip

Places that you neva seen

Blowin on that stoopid green

Rollin on a stoopid beam

Hit the scene in limozine

Coke and promthzine

Diamonds I'm my pinky ring

Nigga wat the fuck u mean

Bricksquad 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 gucc, flock, the like who is it

Slim dunkin in this mothafuck

Cut the chicken

Thousand bags of that mid shit (hell yea)

This that shit that get yo kidz rich (hell yea)

Hundred bags of that kush shit (hell yea)

This that president bush shit (hell yea)

[x2]

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

Wen unviolent

While my tatoos smilin

To remind me of the time they robbed me, with no problem

Now my problems solved, and they rovolvin around all these countries

And I'm country, stretch from here to compton, to boldacrest...

That's something to those who have nothin

No bluffin bricksqaud no cuffin

Thousand bags of that mid shit (hell yea)

This that shit that get yo kidz rich (hell yea)

Hundred bags of that kush shit (hell yea)

This that president bush shit (hell yea)

[x2]