Pillz

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

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 'till 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 thinkin' this Buffy the body

Ain't your name Lil' Trina 'cause you look like Janet Jackson

I'm 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 don't 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, it's 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 throwin' rubber bands

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

Yeah

Shawty tellin' me she ain't never suck a dick

Never took a pill or never ate a bitch

You a liar, but I ain't gon' get upset right now

But I wish I had a lie detector test right now

You say you married, well bitch, you might be

But I bet your husband ain't icy like me

She stand on BC in my ashy black tee

With them dope man Nike's and them Jord-ass jeans

I don't pay her, but I still keep that thrax on me

I'm 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 can't eat

Gucci hood like your hood-man, he's so extreme

Wearing doses in the club 'cause you know the boy geeked

Top the top on that thing, let you see my seats

We been rollin', rollin', rollin', we ain't 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

Yeah

Gucci Mane a flame, ****, get your mind right

Order Cris' by the twelve like a case of Bud Light

Sell kush by the bell, so you know my shit tight

See, I'm thirty in the morning on an all night flight

I'm high like Fabo, hood like Shorty

So tell me where to go like my name E-40

A rich rockstar, ****, I'm gon' party

Got a party pack of pillz that's at least 'bout forty

I'll pour 'em in your hand like a bag of jellybeans

Take two of these pillz, call me in the morning

Fifty thousand pillz, man, I'm so real

Three dollar for a pill, that's 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

Yeah

Ay, what's up, Gucci Mane?

Why you sweatin' so hard?

Is you rollin' or somethin'?

Shit, well, baby, I might be

But Goddamn, what is you doin'?

You jockin' a playa, you ch-chewy over 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 matter of fact, while you over here

Is you a waitress or somethin'?

'Cause the shit you got on

Make you like a waitress

So do what you do, aight?

I'ma give you this hunnid dollars

Go get you whatever you drankin'

Bring me and my clique

'Bout ten of them orange juices

Five crunk juices and we'll be straight

How 'bout that?

And is you straight, is you single, or is your marry?

'Cause I might be

Bitch, I might be

Bitch, I might be

Bitch, I might be

Yeah