I Might Be Lyrics - Back To The Traphouse - Gucci Mane

Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? 

Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up 

Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

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 bitch 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 

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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' rubber bands 

Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? 

Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up 

Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Bitch I might be hiffie, I'm from California and this might be Nikes 

Come and run up on 'em nigga 

I'll wear your size, you wear my size 

I got a big mac, let's make french fries 

I'm high as a plane, pop a pill, disappear like David Blaine 

Come back on the track with Gucci Mane 

I got ten pillz, ten hoes, I'ma run a chu-chu train 

All through Atlanta, my new nickname is Gucci Jane 

I don't let 'em swallow, I show 'em how to use it man 

Want to take my , make themselves a chain 

You got some bad bitches I suggest you do the same 

Treat my hoes like my cars, drop 'em in blow they brains 

Wash 'em up then blow they brains 

If she swallow the whole bat and the ball she can roll with Jane 

I been a soldier boy, niggas know the name 

I'll superman that hoe and call her lower slang 

Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? 

Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up 

Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Gucci Mane on the fly, nigga get your mind right 

Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight 

Sell a cush by a bell so you know might shit 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 

Like a rich rock star, nigga, 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 

Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? 

Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up 

Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be