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1017 eskimo, hoodrich pablo juan, & yung mal – yeah yeah lyrics

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[intro: gucci mane]
aye, southside [?]
guwop (gucci)
eskimo sh-t, homie
evil g*nius, wop
it’s gucci
shoutout my partner rozay
eskimo sh-t, n-gga
what, n-gga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: gucci mane]
give ‘em h-ll
got lil baby from the chi, she be chanel
love the flow, i swear she rock them solitaires (brr brr)
said she f-ck 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 h-ll, 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, f-ck 12, i’m a eskimo myself (brr brr)
can’t sign no snitch -ss n-gga, that would hurt my rep (no)
found out he p-ssy, told him keep the cash and dip

[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 n-ggas only, y’all n-ggas, y’all some hoes
yeah, n-gga, we froze, yeah, n-gga, we eskimos (1017 sh-t)
yeah, they didn’t know that we used to be poor
yeah, drippin’ designer, ooh, from my head to my toe
f-ck 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 n-ggas, you just a lil roach (lil roach)
yeah, rich n-gga like lil boat (rich n-gga)
water on my neck the coast (water)
look in my eyes and they say don’t approach (look at me, n-gga)
cookin’ the chickens on the pot like roasts (boom)
all my hundreds blue just like my locs (blue hundreds)
all my b-tches 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 b-tches 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’ n-gga (p-ssy), that chopper hit your -ss from over here
all these hoes on my d-ck ‘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, h-ll yeah
pocket full of crip blue hundreds, need a wheelchair
we ain’t had sh-t, we were waitin’ on some welfare
now we up, b-tch, we got racks tucked everywhere
wifey made it, diamonds crystal clear, yeah
got so much cash, this sh-t not fair
i f-cked the b-tch once, but i ain’t bought no hair
we can take a trip, might fly on the lear
hop out the b-tch 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 sh-t, boy i dare
can’t show no love to no n-gga, wouldn’t dare
all the bullsh-t 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