Pillz

歌詞

Mac Bre-Z: Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Gucci: Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Mac Bre-Z: Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Gucci: 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 'till your b---- 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 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 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 da man The next thing you know I was throwin' rubberbands Mac Bre-Z: Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Gucci: Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Mac Bre-Z: Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Gucci: Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Shawty tellin' me she aint neva suck no d--- Neva took a pill or neva ate a b---- 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 b---- you might be But I bet your husband ain't Icy like me She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee When dem dope man nikes and dem 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 can't eat Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme Wearin' doces in the club 'cause you know the boy geeked Top the top on that thang let you see my seats We've been rollin', rollin', rollin, we ain't slept in weeks Mac Bre-Z: Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Gucci: Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Mac Bre-Z: Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Gucci: Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Gucci Mane [?] n---- get your mind right Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might shit tight See, I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight I'm high like Fabo hood like Shawty So tell me when to go like my name E-40 A rich rock star n---- I'm gonna party Got a party pack of pillz that's at least bout 40 I'll pour dem 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 Mac Bre-Z: Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Gucci: Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Mac Bre-Z: Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Gucci: Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be 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 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 he--