Re Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
n*ggas sent into the army but they still weren't preparing
Shotgun’ll hurt more than his god damn feelings
Half a ticket on his head so you know his ass missing
I bet another half a ticket, he won't make it past Christmas
Hood drinking all day, I've been so goddamn busy
And the juice got me dizzy 10 times past tipsy
Time I don't have to tell a n*gga to ride with me
And running up on Gucci Mane is real real risky
I still send the squares out of town, long distance
The crackers that I serve, favorite rapper Limp Bizkit
Half a pint, I'm a put it in a goddamn misky
And I'm a have money just as long as they print it

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Somebody trying take all my drugs
Somebody trying f*ck with my plug
Most rappers can't come to my hood
Sucka n*ggas can't smoke on this bud
Nobody ever talked so about drugs
How the hell you get that in this club?
I got 100 thousand, kush in my tuck
The only thing I wanna do is re up

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
I got a lotta hustle, I remix bails
Freeband Gang, we got bricks for sale
Count up, count up, count up, count up checks
I could still cook it with the dope wet
20% bricks, I could work with that
Dumb as hell, with the brick squad stamp
Me and Gucci flexin, countin 3 racks
We always finessin, they don't like that
Try to take my plug, get yo ass whacked
Scooter real street n*gga – that's a fact
Take yo ass off and I don't give a damn
I do anything for them free bands
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Somebody trying take all my drugs
Somebody trying f*ck with my plug
Most rappers can't come to my hood
Sucka n*ggas can't smoke on this bud
Nobody ever talked so about drugs
How the hell you get that in this club?
I got 100 thousand, kush in my tuck
The only thing I wanna do is re up

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
I remix this Sprite with 6 ounces of codeine
The say I drink this sh*t like it give me protein
Going hard with my plug, he tell me don't stop
I'm tryna clean this money up, I need some Clorox
I re up Monday, Thursday I'm back at it
Count this money, dog these b*tches they my bad habits
Put your car beside my car and let's see which the fastest
And watch me disappear, b*tch I'm blue magic
f*ck what a b*tch say, I can't hear sh*t but static
I rubber band it up and hide it in the attic
Young and flashy, yo b*tch young and nasty
In the re up I feel like Biggie, I'm going back to Cali

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Somebody trying take all my drugs
Somebody trying f*ck with my plug
Most rappers can't come to my hood
Sucka n*ggas can't smoke on this bud
Nobody ever talked so about drugs
How the hell you get that in this club?
I got 100 thousand, kush in my tuck
The only thing I wanna do is re up