Artist: Gucci Mane f/ Yatta Mann
Album:  Trap-A-Thon
Song:   Re-Up
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Intro]
Yah! 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 I'ma be up
I'ma be up {*2X*}
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up {*2X*}
7:30 in the mornin nigga we gon' be up
We gon' be up {*2X*}
Call Block or Gucci Mane when it's time to re-up
It's time to re-up {*2X*} uhh

[Yatta Mann]
Boys what it do? Nigga get yo' G's up
Dope man bitch! Call me Mr. Re-Up
The kitchen smells like fish, the fish scale dog
Thousand grams at a time on the digi-scale, ow!
Forty-five Mac, rubber band stacks
Spent a half a mill' with Poppi, 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
A hundred thousand dollars, feel like I shot a cop
The dope man bitch, sold grams, sold white
Cooked the work in ten minutes, fiends gave me five pipes
New York niggaz love how I work that Turnpike
Got Micheal Jackson yay, powder ten but it cook white
I don't get nervous when I ride them highways
Dope man bitch! Everyday is my birthday

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
I got the city on lock!
Have you ever seen a quarter million dollars in a Nike shoe box?
I can show you how to trap!
Hundred grand worth of cap and I pray that my phone ain't tapped!
Nigga buy for the smell of it
Bought a hard top six and I sat it on Spre's for the hell of it
Seven on the dot (on the dot)
Got some 'caine and it's jumpin out the pot (out the pot)
I'm in the game so I give it all I got (all I got)
... to a million dollar spot (to a spot)
I got a rainbow Range same color as lean
With the matchin rims on it man the bitch so clean
Got a 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 niggaz know 'bout Gucci Mane? (Not a damn thang~!)
I'm icy, somethin like a polar bear
When your girl give me brain, better hold her hair
Hundred grand in the bag just to make you stare
Re-up with the man, Gucci Mane, Laflare

[Chorus]

[Gucci Mane]
Go on, ride rental cars...
Used to serve hard to Mountain Park...
Now I stand behind the burglar bars...
Say Lil' Breeze best ta 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 ki'...
From Arkansas to Tennessee...
Every brick, pill and every “P...”
Some how it doesn't come from me...
I'm on TV gettin interviewed...
Still got them thangs in them innertubes...
Eight grand for the good purp'...
A t-shirt under my t-shirt...
Ay lock it up, that's a bad word...
You had to whip it 'til yo' wrist hurt...
You should've hollered at Gucci or Block...
Got'chu a dime to a half a block...
I'm knockin diamonds and I never stop...
Disturbin cocaine and duckin cops

[Chorus]