Is you rollin’? Is you rollin’?
Is you rollin’? Is you rollin’?
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
b#tch I might be, b#tch 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 b#tch 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
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’?
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
b#tch I might be hiffie, I’m from California and this might be Nikes
Come and run up on ’em n#gg#
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
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 [Incomprehensible], make themselves a [Incomprehensible] chain
You got some bad b#tches 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, n#gg#s 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’?
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
Sell a cush by a bell so you know might sh#t 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, n#gg#, 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’?
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up
Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
b#tch I might be, b#tch I might be
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