(feat. Mac Bree-Z) [Chorus:] [Mac Bre-Z:] 
Is you rollin [x3] [Gucci:] 
***** I might be [x3] [Mac Bre-Z:] 
Girl he geeked up [x3] [Gucci:] 
***** I might be [x3] 
Yeeaaaaahhh! [Verse 1:] 
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 your ***** came in 
Bout the same time that that thang kicked in 
Now she aint really pretty but she got a nice body 
Im geeked up thinkin this 
Buffie The 
Body Aint your name lil 
Trina cause you look like 
Janet Jackson 
Im 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 dont 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2:] 
Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no ***** 
Neva took a pill or neva ate a ***** 
You a lie but 
I aint gonna get upset right now 
But I wish 
I had a lie detector test right now 
You say you marry well ***** you might be 
But I bet your hu*****and aint 
Icy like me 
She stand on 
B.C. in my ashy black tee 
When dem **** man nikes and dem jore ass jeans 
I dont pay her but 
I still keep that thrax on me 
Imma the *****t in 
East Atlanta baby ask about me 
Pop one pop two two halves thats three 
Aint no waffle house baby hell 
I cant eat 
Gucci hood like your hoodman hes so extreme 
Wearin doces in the club cause you kno the boy geeked 
Top the top on that thang let you see my seats 
We've been rollin rollin rollin we aint slept in weeks [Chorus] [Verse 3:] 
Gucci Mane ? ***** 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 *****t tight 
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight 
Im high like 
Fabo hood like 
Shawty So tell me when to go like my name 
E-40 A rich rock star ***** 
I'm gonna party 
Got a party pack of pillz thats at least bout 40 
Ill 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 thats a damn good deal 
Ay wassup 
Gucci Mane. 
Why you sweatin so hard? 
Is you rollin or somethin. 
*****t 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 *****t 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, 
***** I might be, 
***** I might be, 
***** I might be 
YEEEAAAAAA
AHHH