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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