Zaytoven - Pillz (b**h I Might Be) lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Refrain] Mac Bre-Z: Is you rollin' Is you rollin' Is you rollin' Is you rollin' Gucci: b**h I might be b**h I might be b**h I might be b**h I might be Mac Bre-Z: Girl he geeked up Girl he geeked up Girl he geeked up Girl he geeked up Girl he geeked up Gucci: b**h I might be b**h I might be b**h I might be b**h I might be Yeeaaaaahhh [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 yo' b**h 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 [Refrain] [Verse 2] Shawty tellin me she ain't neva s** no dick Neva took a pill or neva 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 married, 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 With them dopeman Nikes and them Jordache jeans I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me I'm the sh** in East Atlanta baby ask about me Pop one pop two two halves thats three Ain't no waffle house baby, hell I can't eat Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme Wearing Dolce's 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 [Refrain] [Verse 3] Gucci Mane La Flare, n***a get your mind right Order Cris by the twelve like a case of Bud Light Sell kush by the bale so you kno might sh** tight 7:30 in the morning on an 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***a I'm gonna party Got a party pack of pills thats at least bout 40 I'll pour them in your hand like a bag of jelly beans Take two of these pills, call me in the morning Fifty thousand pills man I'm so real Three dollars for a pill; that's a damn good deal [Hook] 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 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 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. I'mma 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 married?