(feat. MC Breeze) 



[Chorus:] 

Mac Bre-Z:Is you rollin (repeat 3 times) 

Gucci:Bitch i might be(repeat 3 times) 

Mac Bre-Z:Girl he geeked up(repeat 3 times) 

Gucci:Bitch I might be (repeat 3 times) 

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 bitch 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 Im lookin for that action 

Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin 

Ridin in my drop but I dont know where Im 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 im really really trippin 

went to the strip club and request that im da man 

The next thing you know I was throwin rubberbands 



[Chorus] 



[Verse 2:] 

Shawty tellin me she aint neva suck no dick 

Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch 

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 bitch you might be 

But I bet your husband aint Icy like me 

She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee 

When dem dope man nikes and dem jore ass jeans 

I dont pay her but I still keep that thrax on me 

Imma the shit 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 [?] nigga 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 shit tight 

See Im 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 nigga Im 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 Im 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. 



Shit 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 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 nd we'll be straight how bout that. Aand 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 YEEEAAAAAAAHHH