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Yeah, that boy
Got my block in this bitch
East finest
E.C.T South!

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

[Verse 1: Mann]
what it do?
Nigga g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells fish, the fish scale dog
Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber band
Spent a? a mill wit Papi watch how I get it back
The dope boys me
Taught'em how to
You it real hard, cold water, let it drop
The man bitch!
Sold bricks, sold
100 dollars, fell like I shot a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, sold
the work 10 minutes
Fiends gave me 5
New nigga's love 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 in a Nike shoe box?
I can you how to trap!
100 grand of cap
And I pray my phone ain't tapped!
Nigga buy for the of it
a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got some 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 same color as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man that so clean
Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a fruity
If I the top back, bubble kush you gon' smell
flip I cop another whip
Every I cop another chain
Every I cop another tool
What these nigga's know bout Gucci
damn thang!
I'm icy, something like a polar
When your girl give me brain better her hair
100 Grand in the bag just to make you
wit the man
Gucci Lil'Flap

[Verse 3: Gucci
Go with our rental
Used to hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the burglar
Say Lil'Breeze smoke ya gars;
I'm the hustler of the
you think of money mention me
I my buddy get it to the key
From to Tennessee
Brick, Pill. And every "P"
Some how it doesn't come me
I'm on T.V gettin
Still got them thangs in the
8 grand for the good
A t-shirt, under my
Aye lock it up, a bad word
You had to whip it till your wrist
You shoulda at Gucci or Block
Got'chu a dime to a? a
I'm knocked and I never stop
Disturbing duckin cops