Artist: Gucci Mane f/ Mac Bre-Z Album: Hard to Kill Song: Pillz Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] Geah! Gucci Mane, is in the buildin So Icy Entertainment, Zaytoven on the track When we come to the club We got the choppers on deck, and the yoppers on deck [Chorus] [MB] Is you rollin? {*4X*} [GM] Bitch I might be {*4X*} [MB] Girl he geeked up {*4X*} [GM] Bitch I might be {*4X*} [GM] Yaaaaahhh! [Gucci Mane] East Atlanta slum man is where I come from Pass that bubble thrax and put this band on your tongue Now everything was gravy 'til yo' 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 Buffy the Body Ain't yo' name lil' Trina cause you look like Janet Jackson I'm on 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 285 I keep ridin in a circle The inside of my ride smellin like a pound of purple "Gucci showtime!" Give me five more minutes and a cold orange juice cause I'm really really trippin Went to the strip club and requested "I'm the Man" The next thang you know I was throwin rubber bands [Chorus] [Gucci Mane] Shawty tellin me she ain't never suck no dick Never took a pill, or never ate a bitch You a liar, but I ain't gon' get upset right now But I wish I had a lie detector test right now You say you married well bitch you might be But I bet your husband ain't icy like me She stepped on B.C. in my ashy black tee With them dope man Nikes and them Jordache jeans On paper but I still keep that thrax on me I'm the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me Pop one, pop two, two halves that's three Aint no waffle house baby hell I cain't eat Gucci hood like your hood, man he's so street Wearin Dolce's 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 [Chorus] [Gucci Mane] Gucci Mane, Laflare nigga get your mind right Order Crist' by the twelve like a case of Bud Light Sell kush by the bell so you know my shit tight See I'm 30 in the mornin on an all night flight I'm high like Fabo, hood like Shawty So +Tell Me Where to Go+ like my name E-40 A rich rock star nigga I'm gon' party Got a party pack of pills that's at least 'bout 40 I'll pour 'em in your hand like a bag of jelly beans Take two of these pills call me in the morning Fifty thousand pills man I'm so real Three dollars for a pill that's a damn good deal [Chorus] [Mac Bre-Z] Ay whassup Gucci Mane! Why you sweatin so hard? Is you rollin or somethin? [Gucci Mane] Shit well baby I might be But got damn what is you doin? You jockin a playa, you chew-chewy over here right Look I aint K-Rab baby knahmean I'm not a piece of bubblegum What I'm doin is not your business But matter of fact while you over 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 aight I'ma give you this hundred dollars Go get you whatever you drankin Bring me and my clique about ten of them orange juices five Crunk juices and we'll be straight how 'bout that And is you straight is you single or is you married? Cause I might be, bitch I might be Bitch I might be, bitch I might be YAAAAAAAHH