GUCCI THE ESKIMO (SEMATARY HAPPY WHEELS REMIX)

[Intro] Cake ass nigga (Pussy) What up Juice? Zaytoven [Verse 1] Early in the mornin', I'm cookin' a brick See I ain't really thinkin' 'bout you snitches and shit It's hot as a bitch but I gives a fuck I swag through the six with my pistol tucked Brick boy clique, put your pistols up So icy on my tag, nigga, eat my dust I'm high as a plane and in God I trust A nigga try us, then his head is bust I'm smarter than you niggas, that's how I got my bucks Niggas sending threats, like, we gives a fuck Nigga probably mad 'cause his budget cut And I'm in the six screaming "Bricks R' Us", Gucci [Chorus] Gucci Mane the eskimo, burr, you bitch I drop a hundred racks and won't miss the shit That fake shit, that fuck shit, just mess me with And if you baby-mama died, I would miss the bitch Gucci Mane the eskimo, burr, you bitch I drop a hundred racks and won't miss the shit That fake shit, that fuck shit, just mess me with And if you baby-mama died, I would miss the bitch [Verse 2] I'm gangster like Al Capone or James Cady These rappers ain't really hard, they just actin' I sold bricks for real, them white dragons Sixteen to twenty-two-five, I'm high taxin' Depends on what tax bracket or your package Twenty-one-five right now, and I'm happy It jump twenty-three and I'ma start clappin' Ya folks ain't workin shit, my shop open I'm on deck, brick with no flex Get snowed in like Laguardia Airport Got and hundred fifty bricks with no passport And I'm good for four hundred, I ask for it You got taxed for it, I pay cash for it I send out for it, then bring back yorin You got taxed for it, I pay cash for it I send out for it, then bring back yorin, choring [Chorus] Gucci Mane the eskimo, burr, you bitch I drop a hundred racks and won't miss the shit That fake shit, that fuck shit, just mess me with And if you baby-mama died, I would miss the bitch Gucci Mane the eskimo, burr, you bitch I drop a hundred racks and won't miss the shit That fake shit, that fuck shit, just mess me with And if you baby-mama died, I would miss the bitch