Pillz - Intellectual

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Yeah! Gucci Mane is in the building!

So Icy Entertainment, Zaytoven on the track

We goin' to the club, we got the choppers on deck and the yoppers on deck

[Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane]

Is you rollin'?

Bitch, I might be

Girl, he geeked up

Bitch, I might be

Yeah

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

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 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 Buffie The Body

Ain't yo' 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, show time!" Give me five mo' minutes

And a cold orange juice, cause I'm really really trippin'

Went to the strip club and requested "I'm Da Man"

The next thing you know I was throwin' rubber bands

[Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane]

Is you rollin'?

Bitch, I might be

Girl, he geeked up

Bitch, I might be

Yeah

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Shawty tellin me she ain't neva suck no dick

Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch

You a liar, but I ain't gonna 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 stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee

With them dopeman 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

Ain't no Waffle House baby, hell I can't eat

Gucci hood like your hoodman he's so extreme

Wearing Dolce's in the club cause you know the boy geeked

Drop the top on that thang let you see my seats

We've been rollin', rollin', rollin', we ain't slept in weeks

[Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane]

Is you rollin'?

Bitch, I might be

Girl, he geeked up

Bitch, I might be

Yeah

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

Gucci Mane La Flare, nigga get your mind right

Order Cris by the twelve like a case of Bud Light

Sell kush by the bale so you kno might shit tight

7:30 in the morning on an 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 pills that's at least bout 40

I'll pour them 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 & Gucci Mane]

Is you rollin'?

Bitch, I might be

Girl, he geeked up

Bitch, I might be

Yeah

[Outro: Woman in the club & Gucci Mane]

Hey, what's up Gucci Mane, why you sweating so hard?

Is you rolling or something?

Shit, well, baby I might be...

But god damn, what is you doing? You jockin' a playa, you too chewy over here, right?

Look, I ain't K-Rab baby, you know what I mean

I'm not a piece of bubblegum, what I'm doing is not your business. But matter of fact, while you over here, is you a waitress or something? ’Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress

So do what you do, right, I'ma give you this hundred dollars

Go get you whatever you drinking, bring me and the 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

Yeah!