Pillz (feat. Mac Bre-Z)

Yeah!

Gucci Mane is in the building!

So Icy Entertainment, Zaytoven on the track

We goin' to the club we got the

Choppers on deck and the yoppers on deck

Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Yeeaaaaahhh

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 thang kicked in

Now she aint really pretty

But she got a nice body

Im geeked up

Thinkin this Buffie The Body

Aint your name lil Trina

Cause you look like Janet Jackson

Im off three double stacks

And I'm lookin for that action

Gucci Mane you stupid man

I love the way you flowin

Ridin in my drop

But I dont know where I'm goin

On two eighty five

I keep ridin in a circle

The inside of my ride

Smellin 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 requested I'm da man

The next thing you know

I was throwin rubberbands

Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Yeeaaaaahhh

Shawty tellin me

She aint neva suck no dick

Neva took no pill

Or neva ate a bitch

You a lie

But I aint 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

Aint Icy like me

She stand on B.C.

In my ashy black tee

Wit dem dope man nikes

And dem Jordache jeans

I dont pay her

But I still keep that thrax on me

Imma shit in East Atlanta baby

Ask about me

Pop one

Pop two

Two halves thats three

Aint no waffle house baby

Hell I cant eat

Gucci hood like your hood man

Hes so extreme

Wearin doces in the club

Cause you kno the boy geeked

Top the top on that thang

Let you see my seats

We've been rollin rollin rollin

We aint slept in weeks

Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Yeeaaaaahhh

Gucci Mane?

Nigga get your mind right

Order crys by the twelve

Like a case of budlight

Sell a Kush by the bails

So you kno my shit tight

Seven thirty in the mornin

On a all night flight

Im high like Fabo

Hood like Shawty

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

Thats at least bout 40

Ill pour em 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

Thats a damn good deal

Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'

Is you rollin'

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Bitch I might be

Yeeaaaaahhh

Ay wassup Gucci Mane.

Why you sweatin so hard?

Is you rollin or somethin.

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 aint 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 iight.

Imma 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

YEEEAAAAAAAHHH