I Might Be

Is you rollin?


Bitch I might be


Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

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

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






Is you rollin?


Bitch I might be


Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

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 coochie Game

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

Wa-dah-tah my damie, make them sell they pootie tang

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 Game

I been a soldier boy, niggas know the name

I'll superman that hoe and call her Lois Lane






Is you rollin?


Bitch I might be


Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Bitch I might be







Gucci Mane the fly nigga get your mind right

Or a cries by the twelve like a case of budlight

Sell a cush by a bell so you kno 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

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?


Bitch I might be


Girl he geeked up

Girl he geeked up

Bitch I might be




[Outro: Guccin Mane & Shawnna

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 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 shit you got on make you look like you a waitress

So do what you do aight

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

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