Re Up

Yeah, that boy Gucci Got my nigga block in this bitch East Atlanta's finest E.C.T South! Early in the morning Nigga Imma be up Imma be up, Imma be up; Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up It's time to re-up It's time to re-up; 7: 30 in the morning, Nigga we gon' be up We gon' be up, we gon' be up; Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up It's time to re-up, it's time to re-up; [Verse 1: Yatta Mann] Boys what it do? Nigga getcha g's up Dope man bitch! Call me Mr.Re-Up The kitchen smells like fish, the fish scale dog 1000 Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow! .45 Mac Rubber band stacks Spent a? a mill wit Papi watch how fast I get it back The dope boys love me Taught'em how to cook You whip it real hard, cold water, let it drop The dope man bitch! Sold bricks, sold rocks 100 thousand dollars, fell like I shot a cop The dope man bitch! Sold grams, sold white Cook the work 10 minutes Fiends gave me 5 pipes New York nigga's love how I work that turn pipe Got Micheal Jackson yay Powder 10, but it cook white I don't get nervous when I ride them highways Dope man bitch! Everyday is my birthday! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I got the city on lock! Have you ever seen a? million dollars in a Nike shoe box? I can show you how to trap! 100 grand worth of cap And I pray that my phone ain't tapped! Nigga buy for the smell of it Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it 7 on the dot! Got some cain and its jumping out the pot! I'm in the game so I give it all I got To a million dollar spot I got a rainbow Range same color as lean Wit the matching rims on it, man that bitch so clean Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle If I drop the top back, bubble kush you gon' smell Every flip I cop another whip Every trap I cop another chain Every play I cop another tool What these nigga's know bout Gucci Mane? Notta damn thang! I'm icy, something like a polar bear When your girl give me brain better hold her hair 100 Grand in the bag just to make you stare Re-up wit the man Gucci Mane Lil'Flap [Chorus] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Go with our rental cars Used to serve hard to Mountain Park; Now I stand behind the burglar bars Say Lil'Breeze best smoke ya gars; I'm the hustler of the century When you think of money mention me I said my buddy get it to the key From Arkansas to Tennessee Every Brick, Pill. And every "P" Some how it doesn't come from me I'm on T.V gettin interviewed Still got them thangs in the intertubes 8 grand for the good purp A t-shirt, under my t-shirt Aye lock it up, that's a bad word You had to whip it till your wrist hurt You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or Block Got'chu a dime to a? a block I'm knocked diamonds and I never stop Disturbing cocaine; duckin cops [Chorus]