(feat. Shawnna & The Game)

Is you rollin? [x4]

(*##$ I might be [x2]

Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up
(*##$ I might be [x4]


[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 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

[Chorus]


[Verse 2:]
Shawty tellin me she ain't neva suck no dick

Neva took a pill or neva ate a (*##$
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 (*##$ 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 $$# jeans-Jordache Jeans
I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
I'm a the %#@! 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 kno 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


[Chorus]


[Verse 3:]
Gucci Mane the flyy ^!$$% 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 %#@! 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 ^!$$% 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

[Chorus]


Ay wassup Gucci Mane. Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin.
%#@! 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-Reilly) 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 %#@! you got on make you look like you a waitress. So do what you do iight. I'm a 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. Aand is you straight is you single or is you marry.
Cause I might be, (*##$ I might be, (*##$ I might be, (*##$ I might be