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Yeah, that boy
Got my nigga block in this
East Atlanta's
E.C.T South!

[Chorus: Gucci
in the morning Nigga Imma be up
Imma be up, be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to
It's time to re-up It's to re-up;
7: 30 in the morning, Nigga we be up
We gon' be up, we be up;
Call Block or Mane when it's time to re-up
It's to re-up, it's time to re-up;

[Verse 1: Yatta
Boys it do?
Nigga g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells like fish, the fish dog
1000 at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber band
a? a mill wit Papi watch how fast I get it back
The dope boys me
Taught'em how to
You whip it real hard, cold water, let it
The man bitch!
bricks, sold rocks
100 dollars, fell like I shot a cop
The man bitch!
grams, sold white
Cook the work 10
Fiends me 5 pipes
New York nigga's how I work that turn pipe
Got Micheal yay
Powder 10, but it white
I don't get when I ride them highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Mane]
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? million dollars in a Nike shoe
I can you how to trap!
100 grand of cap
And I pray my phone ain't tapped!
Nigga buy for the of it
Bought a top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got cain and its jumping out the pot!
I'm in the game so I it all I got
To a million dollar
I got a rainbow Range color as lean
Wit the matching on it, man that bitch so clean
Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a Chevelle
If I the top back, bubble kush you gon' smell
Every flip I cop whip
Every I cop another chain
Every play I cop another
What these know bout Gucci Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, like a polar bear
When girl give me brain better hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag just to make you
wit the man
Gucci Lil'Flap

[Verse 3: Gucci
Go our rental cars
Used to serve hard to Park;
Now I stand behind the burglar
Say Lil'Breeze best ya gars;
I'm the hustler of the
you think of money mention me
I said my get it to the key
From to Tennessee
Brick, Pill. And every "P"
Some how it doesn't from me
I'm on T.V interviewed
Still got them thangs in the
8 for the good purp
A t-shirt, my t-shirt
Aye lock it up, that's a bad
You had to it till your wrist hurt
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or
a dime to a? a block
I'm knocked and I never stop
Disturbing duckin cops