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

[Chorus: Mane]
Early in the morning Imma be up
be up, Imma be up;
Call or Gucci Mane when 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 Mane when it's to re-up
It's time to re-up, 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 time on the ow!
.45 Mac
Rubber band
Spent a? a mill wit Papi how fast I get it back
The boys love me
Taught'em how to
You whip it real hard, water, let it drop
The man bitch!
bricks, sold rocks
100 thousand dollars, fell like I a cop
The man bitch!
grams, sold white
Cook the work 10
Fiends gave me 5
New nigga's love how I work that turn pipe
Got Micheal yay
10, but it cook white
I don't get when I ride them highways
man bitch!
is my birthday!

[Verse 2: Gucci
I got the on lock!
Have you ever seen a? million dollars in a 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 cain and its out the pot!
I'm in the so I give it all I got
To a dollar spot
I got a rainbow Range color as lean
Wit the matching rims on it, man that bitch so
Gotta Drop Jag and a fruity Chevelle
If I drop the top back, bubble kush you gon'
Every flip I cop whip
Every trap I cop another
Every play I cop another
What these know bout Gucci Mane?
Notta thang!
I'm icy, something like a bear
When your girl give me better hold her hair
100 Grand in the bag to make you stare
wit the man
Gucci Mane

[Verse 3: Gucci
Go with our rental
Used to hard to Mountain Park;
Now I stand behind the burglar
Say best smoke ya gars;
I'm the hustler of the
When you think of money me
I my buddy 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 them in the intertubes
8 grand for the good
A t-shirt, my t-shirt
Aye lock it up, that's a bad
You had to whip it till your wrist
You shoulda holler'd at Gucci or
Got'chu a to a? a block
I'm knocked diamonds and I stop
Disturbing cocaine; cops