Rolly Up Lyrics - Trap God - Gucci Mane

[Intro:] 

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; 

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[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? 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? 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? a block 

I'm knocked diamonds and I never stop 

Disturbing cocaine; duckin cops 

[Chorus]