Pillz (bitch I Might Be) Lyrics - 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, yeah 

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 show 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, yeah 

Shawty tellin' me she ain't neva suck no dick 

Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch 

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 bitch 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 Nike's and dem jore ass jeans 

I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me 

I'mma the shit 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 hood man he's so extreme 

Wearin' doces 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 

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, yeah 

Gucci Mane [Incomprehensible] nigga get your mind right 

Order crys by the twelve like a case of bud light 

Sell a cush by a bell so you know might shit tight 

See I'm 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 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, yeah 

Ay wassup Gucci Mane, why you sweatin' so hard? 

Is you rollin' or somethin'? 

Shit well baby, I might be but god now 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 shit 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 and we'll be straight how 'bout that? 

And is you straight, is you single or is you marry? 

'Cause I might be, bitch I might be 

Bitch I might be, bitch I might be, yeah