[Intro: Gucci Mane] Yeah, Gucci Mane, is in the building So Icey Entertainment Zaytoven on the track When we come to the club, we got the choppas on deck, and the yoppas on deck [Chorus: Mac Bre-Z and Gucci Mane] Is you rollin', is you rollin' Is you rollin', is you rollin' Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] East Atlanta slums, yeah, that's where I come from Pop that bubble cush, and put this bean on your tongue Now everything was gravy, until your bitch came in Bout the same time that thang kicked in Her face ain't too pretty, but she got a nice body I'm geeked up, thinkin this buffy the body Ain't your name Latrina, cause you look like Janet Jackson I'm on three double stacks, and I'm lookin for that action Gucci Mane, you stupid mane, I love the way you flowin Riding in my drop, but I don't know where I'm going On 285, I keep ridin' in a circle The inside of my ride, smelling like a pound of purple Gucci show time, in like 5 more minutes I'm gonna cool on juice, cause I'm really really trippin Went to the strip club, then requested I'm the man The next thing you know, I was throwin rubber bands [Chorus: Mac Bre-Z and Gucci Mane] Is you rollin', is you rollin' Is you rollin', is you rollin' Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] She always tellin me, she ain't ever sucked a 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 liar detector test right now You say your man a bitch, he might be But I bet your husband ain't icey like me Keep standing on BC, in my ash and black tee With them dope man Nikes, and them [?] ass jeans Got paper, but I still keep that thrax on me I'm the shit in East Atlanta, baby, ask about me Pop 1, pop 2, 2 halves, that's 3 Ain't no Waffle House, baby, eat like KD Gucci good like your hood, man, he's so street Wearin doces in the club, cause you know the boy geeked Drop the top on the thang, let you see my seats We been rollin, rollin, rollin, and we ain't slept in weeks [Chorus: Mac Bre-Z and Gucci Mane] Is you rollin', is you rollin' Is you rollin', is you rollin' Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Gucci Mane LaFlare, nigga, get yo mind right Order Krisp by the 12, like I'm kissin Bud Light Sell cush by the bell, so you know my shit tight 7:30 in the morning, on an all night flight I'm high like Fabo, hood like Shaudy So tell me where to go, like my name E-40 A rich rockstar, nigga, I'm gon' party Got a party pack of pills, that's at least bout 40 A [?] in your hand like like a pack of jellybeans Take 4 these pills, call me in the morning 50,000 pills Man, I'm so real $3 for a pill, that's a damn good deal [Chorus: Mac Bre-Z and Gucci Mane] Is you rollin', is you rollin' Is you rollin', is you rollin' Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up, girl, he geeked up Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be