Gucci Mane, Slim Dunkin - Hell Yeah lyrics

A thousand bails of that mid shit hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
Hell yeah, thousand bails of that mid shit
Hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
Hell yeah

This that kush shit
My girlfriend think she president Bush, bitch
Hell yeah, and I'm gone off that lean shit
My brother Duke keep on sendin'
Me that green shit
Fuck 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 bullshit
GuccI don't condone it
My tolerance get low with the flexin'
I woke up, bought my main chick a Lexus

A thousand bails of that mid shit hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
Hell yeah, thousand bails of that mid shit
Hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
Hell yeah

I be the brick squad youngin'
Leave you stankin' like a Funyun
On these other rap nigga's toes like a bunion
I'm BS, and you BS, but I'm Brick Squad
You the Bull Shit 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
Nigga what the fuck 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 muhfucka, cut the chizzy

A thousand bails of that mid shit hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
Hell yeah, thousand bails of that mid shit
Hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a 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 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 continents
And my company stretch from here
To Compton to Bouldercrest
But brother say, "Bompton"
That's somethin' to those who have nothin'
No bluffin', Brick Squad, no cuffin'

A thousand bails of that mid shit hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
Hell yeah, thousand bails of that mid shit
Hell yeah
This that shit that get your kids rich
Hell yeah, a hundred bags of that kush shit
Hell yeah, this that president Bush shit
Hell yeah