Hell Yeah

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] 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 [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] 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 [Chorus: Gucci Mane] 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 [Verse 2: Slim Dunkin] 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 [Chorus: Gucci Mane] 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 [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] 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' [Chorus: Gucci Mane] 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