Yeah Yeah Lyrics - Hoodrich Pablo Juan

[Intro: Gucci Mane] 

Aye, Southside [?] 

Guwop (Gucci) 

Eskimo shit, homie 

Evil Genius, Wop 

It's Gucci 

Shoutout my partner Rozay 

Eskimo shit, nigga 

What, nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] 

Give 'em hell 

Got lil baby from the Chi, she be Chanel 

[?] flow, I swear she rock them solid tips (brr brr) 

Said she fuck 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, fuck 12, I'm a Eskimo myself (brr brr) 

Can't sign no snitch ass nigga, that would hurt my rep (no) 

Found out he pussy, told him keep the cash and dip 

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[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yung Mal] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] 

Real niggas only, y'all niggas, y'all some hoes 

Yeah, nigga, we froze, yeah, nigga, we Eskimos (1017 shit) 

Yeah, they didn't know that we used to be poor 

Yeah, drippin' designer, ooh, from my head to my toe 

Fuck on your ho, go get the dough (go get it) 

Then I go get me some mo' (I need it) 

Used to trap dope at the stove (I used to) 

Ooh, whippin' the dope 

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 nigga like Lil Boat (rich nigga) 

Water on my neck the coast (water) 

Look in my eyes and they say don't approach (look at me, nigga) 

Cookin' the chickens on the pot like roasts (boom) 

All my hundreds blue just like my Locs (blue hundreds) 

All my bitches 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 bitches like the jewellery, make 'em vote 

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yung Mal] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

[Verse 3: Yung Mal] 

Iceberg, yeah 

I see you hang from over here 

Hatin' nigga (pussy), that chopper hit your ass from over here 

All these hoes on my dick '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 shit, we were waitin' on some welfare 

Now we up, bitch, we got racks tucked everywhere 

Wifey made it, diamonds crystal clear, yeah 

Got so much cash, this shit not fair 

I fucked the bitch once, but I ain't bought no hair 

We can take a trip, might fly on the [?] 

Hop out the bitch 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 shit, wouldn't dare 

Can't show no love to no nigga, wouldn't dare 

All the bullshit goin' in and out one ear 

They broke, I don't care 

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & Yung Mal] 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah