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