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

[Chorus: Mane]
in the morning Nigga Imma be up
Imma be up, be up;
Call or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up
time to re-up It's time to re-up;
7: 30 in the morning, we gon' be up
We be up, we gon' be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane 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 fish dog
1000 Grams at a 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 whip it hard, cold water, let it drop
The man bitch!
bricks, sold rocks
100 thousand dollars, fell I shot a cop
The man bitch!
grams, sold white
Cook the work 10
Fiends me 5 pipes
New York nigga's love how I work that pipe
Got Jackson yay
Powder 10, but it white
I don't get nervous when I ride highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Mane]
I got the on lock!
Have you seen a? million dollars in a Nike shoe box?
I can you how to trap!
100 worth of cap
And I pray that my phone tapped!
buy for the smell of it
Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on 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 spot
I got a Range same color as lean
Wit the rims on it, man that bitch so clean
Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a fruity
If I drop the top back, kush you gon' smell
Every flip I cop another
Every trap I cop another
Every play I cop another
What these nigga's know bout Gucci
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something a polar bear
When your girl give me brain hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag just to make you
wit the man
Gucci Lil'Flap

[Verse 3: Mane]
Go with our cars
Used to serve 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
Every Brick, Pill. And "P"
Some how it doesn't from me
I'm on T.V gettin
Still got them in the intertubes
8 grand for the good
A t-shirt, under my
Aye lock it up, a bad word
You had to whip it till wrist hurt
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or
Got'chu a dime to a? a
I'm knocked diamonds and I never
Disturbing cocaine; duckin