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

Gucci Mane]
Early in the morning Nigga be up
Imma be up, be up;
Call Block or Gucci Mane it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up It's to re-up;
7: 30 in the morning, Nigga we 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]
Boys it do?
getcha g's up
man bitch!
me Mr.Re-Up
The kitchen smells like fish, the scale dog
Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber stacks
Spent a? a mill wit Papi how fast I get it back
The boys love me
how to cook
You it real hard, cold water, let it drop
The man bitch!
Sold bricks, sold
100 thousand dollars, fell like I a cop
The man bitch!
Sold grams, white
Cook the 10 minutes
Fiends me 5 pipes
New York nigga's love how I work that turn
Got Jackson yay
Powder 10, but it white
I don't get nervous I ride them highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Gucci
I got the on lock!
Have you seen a? million dollars in a Nike shoe box?
I can you how to trap!
100 grand of cap
And I pray that my ain't 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 cain and its 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 Chevelle
If I drop the top back, bubble kush you smell
Every I cop another whip
Every trap I cop chain
play I cop another tool
What these nigga's know bout Gucci
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something like a bear
When your girl me brain better hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag just to you stare
wit the man
Gucci Mane

[Verse 3: Mane]
Go with our cars
Used to hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand the burglar bars
Say best smoke ya gars;
I'm the hustler of the
When you of money mention me
I my buddy get it to the key
Arkansas to Tennessee
Every Brick, Pill. And "P"
Some how it come from me
I'm on T.V gettin
Still got thangs in the intertubes
8 grand for the purp
A t-shirt, under my
Aye it up, that's a bad word
You had to whip it till your hurt
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or
Got'chu a dime to a? a
I'm knocked diamonds and I never
cocaine; duckin cops