Gucci The Eskimo Lyrics

Gucci Mane 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 f..ck

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 f..ck

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 f..ck shit that f..ck 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)