hell yes lyrics – gucci mane

thousand bags of that mid sh*t (h*ll yea)
this that sh*t that get yo kidz rich (h*ll yea)
hundred bags of that kush sh*t (h*ll yea)
this that president bush sh*t (h*ll yea)
[x2]
this that arm on my kush sh*t
my girlfriend think she president bush b*tch
h*ll yea, and i’m gon off that lean sh*t
my brotha duke keep on sendin me that green sh*t
f*ck 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 bullsh*t, 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 sh*t (h*ll yea)
this that sh*t that get yo kidz rich (h*ll yea)
hundred bags of that kush sh*t (h*ll yea)
this that president bush sh*t (h*ll yea)
[x2]
i be the bricksquad youngin
stankin like a funyan
all these otha rap n*gg*s, toed like a bunyan
i’m bs and you bs
but i’m bricksquad and you bullsh*t
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
n*gg* wat the f*ck 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 mothaf*ck
cut the chicken
thousand bags of that mid sh*t (h*ll yea)
this that sh*t that get yo kidz rich (h*ll yea)
hundred bags of that kush sh*t (h*ll yea)
this that president bush sh*t (h*ll yea)
[x2]
it’s big gucci, excuse me while i ball
until my release, my n*gg*, 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 sh*t (h*ll yea)
this that sh*t that get yo kidz rich (h*ll yea)
hundred bags of that kush sh*t (h*ll yea)
this that president bush sh*t (h*ll yea)
[x2]

/ gucci mane lyrics