Pillz Lyrics - Gucci Mane feat. MC Breeze

Release information
Release Date: 2006-10-24
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Crunk/Trap
length: 5:11
Is you rolling
***** I might be
Girl he geeked up
***** 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 ***** came in
Bout the same time that that thing kicked in
Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body
I'm geeked up thinking 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 looking for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowing
Riding in my drop but I don't know where I'm going
On two eighty five I keep riding in a circle
The inside of my ride smelling 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 the man
The next thing you know I was throwing rubber bands

Is you rolling
***** I might be
Girl he geeked up
***** I might be

Shorty telling me she ain't never suck no ****
Neva took a pill or never ate a *****
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 ***** you might be
But I bet your husband ain't Icy like me
She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee
When them dope man Nike's and them jore *** jeans
I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me
I'ma the **** in East Atlanta baby ask about me
Pop one pop two two halves that's three
Ain't no waffle house baby hell I cant eat
Gucci hood like your hood-man hes so extreme
Wearing Doces in the club cause you know the boy geeked
Top the top on that thing let you see my seats
We've been rolling rolling rolling we ain't slept in weeks

Is you rolling
***** I might be
Girl he geeked up
***** I might be

Gucci Mane gotta lot of fame ***** get your mind right
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of Bud Light
Sell a cush by a bell so you know might **** tight
See I'm 30 in the morning on a all night flight
I'm high like Fabo hood like Shorty
So tell me when to go like my name E-40
A rich rock star ***** I'm gonna party
Got a party pack of pillz that's at least bout 40
Ill pour them 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

Ay whats up Gucci Mane
Why you sweatin so hard?
Is you rolling or something

**** 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-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 **** you got on make you look like you a waitress
So do what you do aight, I'mma 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, ***** I might be
***** I might be, ***** I might be yeah

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CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Street Ni$$as
  • 3 My Chain
  • 4 Hold Dat Thought
  • 5 Freaky Gurl
  • 6 Pillz
  • 7 Go Head
  • 8 Trap Starz
  • 9 Drive Fast
  • 10 Stick ’em Up
  • 11 Everybody Know Me
  • 12 We Live This
  • 13 Trap Gurl
  • 14 Alley Cat
  • 15 Blow Pop
  • 16 Big Cat Laflare
  • 17 Outro