Gucci The Eskimo

verse 1: early in the mornin im cookin a brick



see i aint really thinkin bout them snitches and shit



its hard as a bitch but i gives a fuck



i swag threw the six with my pistols up



brick boy click put ya pistols up



so icy on my tag nigga eat my dust



im high as a plane and in god i trust

a nigga try us then his head is busted



im smarter then u niggas that how i got my bust



niggas sendin threats like we give a fuck



niggas probly mad cause her buzz was cut



and im in the city screamin bricks are us (gucci)



chorus: gucci mane the eskimo burr ya bitch



i drop 100 racks and wont miss the shit



that fuck shit that fuck shit bitch miss me with



and if yo baby mama died i wouldnt miss the bitch



repeat



verse 2: im ganster like al capone or james cady



these rap puss aint really hard the just actin



i sold bricks for real the whie dragons



sixteen to twenty two five im igh taxin



depends on yo tax pockets or your package



twenty one five right now and im happy



it jump to twenty three and im a start clapin



yo folks aint workin shit my shops open



im on deck brick with no flex



get snowed in like lagurte n alport



got 150 bricks with no passport



and good for 400 if i asked for it



u got taxe for it



ill pay cash for it



ill send out for it then bring back yorin



ya got taxe for it



ill pay cash for it



ill send out for it then bring back yorin chorin



chorus:



verse 3: gucci front shoes adem right in the bag



in my gucci corvete i know you like that swag



polar bear gucci chillin off of my igloo



30 inch rims so deep u fit yo kids threw



keep yo dick out my girl gucci forbids u



chopper leave hoes imagine what that shit do



duce duce bustin and screrrrrrrr amuse u



so many wipes little mama comfuse you



bart simpson chain some strange ass cartoon dude



hummer fully loaded with the crome and moon roof



gucci mane the juice man burr ya bitch



we'll drop 100 racks and wont miss the shit (gucci)