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

[Chorus: Gucci
Early in the morning Nigga be up
Imma be up, be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's to re-up
It's time to re-up time to re-up;
7: 30 in the morning, Nigga we be up
We gon' be up, we 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: Yatta
what it do?
Nigga g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells like fish, the scale dog
1000 Grams at a on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber stacks
Spent a? a mill wit watch how fast I get it back
The boys love me
how to cook
You whip it real hard, cold water, let it
The man bitch!
bricks, sold rocks
100 thousand dollars, fell I shot a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, white
the work 10 minutes
Fiends gave me 5
New York nigga's love how I work that pipe
Got Jackson yay
10, but it cook white
I don't get nervous 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 shoe box?
I can you how to trap!
100 worth of cap
And I that my phone ain't tapped!
Nigga buy for the of it
Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on for the hell of it
7 on the dot!
Got some cain and its out the pot!
I'm in the game so I it all I got
To a dollar spot
I got a rainbow Range same as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man that so clean
Gotta skittle Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I the top back, bubble kush you gon' smell
flip I cop another whip
Every I cop another chain
Every play I cop another
What these know bout Gucci Mane?
damn thang!
I'm icy, something like a bear
When your girl me brain better hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag to make you stare
wit the man
Gucci Mane

[Verse 3: Gucci
Go with our cars
Used to serve hard to Mountain
Now I stand behind the burglar
Say best smoke ya gars;
I'm the of the century
When you think of mention me
I said my get it to the key
Arkansas to Tennessee
Every Brick, Pill. And "P"
Some how it doesn't come me
I'm on T.V gettin
Still got thangs in the intertubes
8 grand for the good
A t-shirt, my t-shirt
Aye lock it up, a bad word
You had to it till your wrist hurt
You holler'd at Gucci or Block
a dime to a? a block
I'm knocked and I never stop
Disturbing cocaine; cops