Yeah Yeah by Gucci Mane, Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Yung Mal
Aye, Southside [?]
Guwop (Gucci)
Eskimo ***, homie
Evil Genius, Wop
It’s Gucci
Shoutout my partner Rozay
Eskimo ***, ***
What, ***, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Gucci Mane]
Give ‘em hell
Got lil baby from the Chi, she be Chanel
[?] flow, I swear she rock them solitaires (brr brr)
Said she *** with Z Money, he signed his self (Z Money, it’s Guwop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh well
They call me Guwop, I got so much clientele (skr skr)
Fresh as hell, in East Atlanta, I’m the mayor (EA)
I signed Pablo, he told me, “Go get Mal and Quill” (Blo, Mal)
‘Cause we so trill (Quill, Wop)
Yeah, *** 12, I’m a Eskimo myself (brr brr)
Can’t sign no snitch ass ***, that would hurt my rep (no)
Found out he ***, told him keep the cash and dip
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Real niggas only, y’all niggas, y’all some hoes
Yeah, ***, we froze, yeah, ***, we Eskimos (1017 ***)
Yeah, they didn’t know that we used to be poor
Yeah, drippin’ designer, ooh, from my head to my toe
*** on your ho, go get the dough (go get it)
Then I go get me some mo’ (I need it)
Used to trap *** at the stove (I used to)
Ooh, whippin’ the ***
Yeah, Dolce Gabana peacoat (dingy)
I’m ballin’ like Gucci the coach (I’m ballin’)
Step on these niggas, you just a lil roach (lil roach)
Yeah, rich *** like Lil Boat (rich ***)
Water on my neck the coast (water)
Look in my eyes and they say don’t approach (look at me, ***)
Cookin’ the chickens on the pot like roasts (boom)
All my hundreds blue just like my Locs (blue hundreds)
All my *** bad, they do the most (she bad)
I be poppin’ tags to jump in the Ghost
Gotta watch your swag, they takin’ down notes
Swear *** like the jewellery, make ‘em vote
[Yung Mal]
Iceberg, yeah
I see you hang from over here
Hatin’ *** (***), that chopper hit your ass from over here
All these hoes on my *** ‘cause I signed me a deal
Better sign to Big Wop if you want you a mil’
Bust down on my left wrist, I should’ve bought a crib (ice)
The pack just touched down, that’s a football field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Pocket full of crip blue hundreds, need a wheelchair
We ain’t had ***, we were waitin’ on some welfare
Now we up, ***, we got racks tucked everywhere
Wifey made it, diamonds crystal clear, yeah
Got so much cash, this *** not fair
I *** the *** once, but I ain’t bought no hair
We can take a trip, might fly on the [?]
Hop out the *** and I’m fresh in Moncler
Yeah, ride with the stick on the front door
Yeah, 75 on my neck and I ain’t near done yet
Try to reach for my ***, wouldn’t dare
Can’t show no love to no ***, wouldn’t dare
All the *** goin’ in and out one ear
They broke, I don’t care
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