Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rolly Up, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 27.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rolly Up |
| 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! |
| (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 |
| (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 |