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(feat. Mac Bree-Z) [Chorus:] [Mac Bre-Z:] |
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Is you rollin [x3] [Gucci:] |
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***** I might be [x3] [Mac Bre-Z:] |
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Girl he geeked up [x3] [Gucci:] |
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***** I might be [x3] |
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Yeeaaaaahhh! [Verse 1:] |
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East Atlanta slum man is where |
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I come from |
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Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue |
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Now everything was gravy til your ***** came in |
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Bout the same time that that thang kicked in |
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Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice body |
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Im geeked up thinkin this |
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Buffie The |
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Body Aint your name lil |
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Trina cause you look like |
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Janet Jackson |
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Im off three double stacks and |
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I'm lookin for that action |
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Gucci Mane you stupid man |
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I love the way you flowin |
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Ridin in my drop but |
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I dont know where |
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I'm goin On two eighty five |
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I keep ridin in a circle |
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The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple |
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Gucci is your time give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause |
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I'm really really trippin |
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Went to the strip club and request that |
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I'm da man |
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The next thing you know |
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I was throwin rubberbands [Chorus] [Verse 2:] |
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Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no ***** |
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Neva took a pill or neva ate a ***** |
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You a lie but |
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I aint gonna get upset right now |
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But I wish |
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I had a lie detector test right now |
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You say you marry well ***** you might be |
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But I bet your hu*****and aint |
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Icy like me |
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She stand on |
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B.C. in my ashy black tee |
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When dem **** man nikes and dem jore ass jeans |
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I dont pay her but |
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I still keep that thrax on me |
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Imma the *****t in |
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East Atlanta baby ask about me |
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Pop one pop two two halves thats three |
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Aint no waffle house baby hell |
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I cant eat |
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Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme |
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Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked |
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Top the top on that thang let you see my seats |
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We've been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks [Chorus] [Verse 3:] |
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Gucci Mane ? ***** get your mind right |
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Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight |
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Sell a cush by a bell so you kno might *****t tight |
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See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight |
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Im high like |
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Fabo hood like |
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Shawty So tell me when to go like my name |
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E-40 A rich rock star ***** |
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I'm gonna party |
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Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40 |
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Ill pour dem in your hand like a bag of jelly beans |
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Take two of these pillz call me in the morning |
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Fifty thousand pillz man |
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I'm so real |
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Three dollars for a pill thats a damn good deal |
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Ay wassup |
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Gucci Mane. |
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Why you sweatin so hard? |
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Is you rollin or somethin. |
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*****t well baby |
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I might be. |
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But got damn what is you doin. |
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You jockin a playa. |
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You ch-Chewy ova here right. |
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Look I aint |
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K-Rab baby |
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You know what |
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I mean I'm not a piece of |
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Bubblegum. |
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What I'm doin is not your business. |
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But matta of fact while you ova here is you a waitress or somethin? |
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Cause the *****t you got on make you look like you a waitress. |
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So do what you do iight. |
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Imma give you this hundred dollars. |
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Go get you what ever you drankin. |
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Bring me and click about ten of dem orange juices, five crunk juices nd we'll be straight how bout that. |
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And is you straight is you single or is you marry. |
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Cause I might be, |
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***** I might be, |
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***** I might be, |
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***** I might be |
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YEEEAAAAAA |
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AHHH |
