Yeah, that boy Gucci

Got my nigga block in this bitch

East Atlanta's finest

E. C. T South!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Early in the morning Nigga Imma be up

Imma be up, Imma be up

Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up

It's time to re-up It's time to re-up

7: 30 in the morning, Nigga we gon' be up

We gon' be up, we gon' be up

Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up

It's time to re-up, it's time to re-up

[Verse 1: Yatta Mann]

Boys what it do?

Nigga getcha g's up

Dope man bitch!

Call me Mr. Re-Up

The kitchen smells like fish, the fish scale dog

1000 Grams at a time on the Digiscale ow!

45 Mac

Rubber band stacks

Spent a ½ a mill wit Papi watch how fast I get it back

The dope boys love me

Taught'em how to cook

You whip it real hard, cold water, let it drop

The dope man bitch!

Sold bricks, sold rocks

100 thousand dollars, fell like I shot a cop

The dope man bitch!

Sold grams, sold white

Cook the work 10 minutes

Fiends gave me 5 pipes

New York nigga's love how I work that turn pipe

Got Micheal Jackson yay

Powder 10, but it cook white

I don't get nervous when I ride them highways

Dope man bitch!

Everyday is my birthday!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

I got the city on lock!

Have you ever seen a ¼ million dollars in a Nike shoe box?

I can show you how to trap!

100 grand worth of cap

And I pray that my phone ain't tapped!

Nigga buy for the smell of it

Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it

on spree's for the hell of it

7 on the dot!

Got some cain and its jumping out the pot!

I'm in the game so I give it all I got

To a million dollar spot

I got a rainbow Range same color as lean

Wit the matching rims on it, man that bitch so clean

Gotta skittle Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle

If I drop the top back, bubble kush you gon' smell

Every flip I cop another whip

Every trap I cop another chain

Every play I cop another tool

What these nigga's know bout Gucci Mane?

Notta damn thang!

I'm icy, something like a polar bear

When your girl give me brain better hold her hair

100 Grand in the bag just to make you stare

Re-up wit the man

Gucci Mane Lil'Flap

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

Go with our rental cars

Used to serve hard to Mountain Park

Now I stand behind the burglar bars

Say Lil'Breeze best smoke ya gars

I'm the hustler of the century

When you think of money mention me

I said my buddy get it to the key

From Arkansas to Tennessee

Every Brick, Pill. And every “P”

Some how it doesn't come from me

I'm on T. V gettin interviewed

Still got them thangs in the intertubes

8 grand for the good purp

A t-shirt, under my t-shirt

Aye lock it up, that's a bad word

You had to whip it till your wrist hurt

You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or Block

Got'chu a dime to a ½ a block

I'm knocked diamonds and I never stop

Disturbing cocaine; duckin cops

[Chorus]