Pillz

Is you rolling Bitch I might be Girl he geeked up Bitch I might be Yeah! East Atlanta slum man is where I come from Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue Now everything was gravy til your bitch came in Bout the same time that that thing kicked in Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body I'm geeked up thinking this Buffie The Body Ain't your name lil' Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson I'm off three double stacks and I'm looking for that action Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowing Riding in my drop but I don't know where I'm going On two eighty five I keep riding in a circle The inside of my ride smelling like a pound of purple Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause I'm really really trippin' Went to the strip club and request that I'm the man The next thing you know I was throwing rubber bands Is you rolling Bitch I might be Girl he geeked up Bitch I might be Yeah! Shorty telling me she ain't never suck no dick Neva took a pill or never ate a bitch You a lie but I ain't gonna get upset right now But I wish I had a lie detector test right now You say you marry well bitch you might be But I bet your husband ain't Icy like me She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee When them dope man Nike's and them jore ass jeans I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me I'ma the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me Pop one pop two two halves that's three Ain't no waffle house baby hell I cant eat Gucci hood like your hood-man hes so extreme Wearing Doces in the club cause you know the boy geeked Top the top on that thing let you see my seats We've been rolling rolling rolling we ain't slept in weeks Is you rolling Bitch I might be Girl he geeked up Bitch I might be Yeah! Gucci Mane gotta lot of fame nigga get your mind right Or a cries by the twelve like a case of Bud Light Sell a cush by a bell so you know might shit tight See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight I'm high like Fabo hood like Shorty So tell me when to go like my name E-40 A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party Got a party pack of pillz that's at least bout 40 Ill pour them in your hand like a bag of jelly beans Take two of these pillz call me in the morning Fifty thousand pillz man I'm so real Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal Ay whats up Gucci Mane Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rolling or something Shit well baby I might be But got damn what is you doin You jockin' a playa, You ch-Chewy ova here right Look I ain't K-Rab baby You know what I mean I'm not a piece of Bubblegum What I'm doin' is not your business But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress So do what you do aight, I'mma give you this hundred dollars Go get you what ever you drankin Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices Five crunk juices and we'll be straight how bout that And is you straight is you single or is you marry Cause I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be, bitch I might be yeah