Re-Up

(feat. Yatta Mann) [Intro:]

Yeah, that boy

Gucci Got my nigga block in this bitch

East Atlanta's finest

E.C.T South! [Chorus: Gucci Mane]

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]