Gucci Mane - Pillz (Rome Fortune Remix) lyrics

[Chorus] Is you rolling [Repeat: x3] b**h I might be [Repeat: x3] Girl he geeked up [Repeat: x3] b**h I might be [Repeat: x3] Yeah! [Verse 1] East Atlanta slum man is where I come from Pa** that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue Now everything was gravy til your b**h 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 im 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Shorty telling me she ain't never s** no dick Neva took a pill or never ate a b**h 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**h 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 a** jeans I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me I'ma the sh** 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] Gucci Mane gotta lot of fame n***a 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 sh** 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 n***a 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. sh** 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 sh** 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 nd we'll be straight how bout that. And is you straight is you single or is you marry. Cause I might be, b**h I might be, b**h I might be, b**h I might be yeah