Pillz (Got Now Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane] 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 Girl, he geeked up Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Yeah [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] 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 yo' bitch came in 'Bout the same time that that thang kicked in Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body I'm geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body Ain't yo' 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, show time!" Give me five mo' 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' rubber bands [Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane] 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 Girl, he geeked up Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Yeah [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Shawty tellin me she ain't neva suck no dick Neva took a pill or neva 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 married, 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 With them dopeman Nikes and them Jordache 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 hoodman he's so extreme Wearing Dolce's in the club cause you know the boy geeked Drop the top on that thang let you see my seats We've been rollin', rollin', rollin', we ain't slept in weeks [Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane] 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 Girl, he geeked up Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Yeah