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- Ace Hood Fed Bound 歌词
- Ace Hood
- I'm so gutta gutta gutta
I gotta duck them crackers
Pussy niggas they hack us
Tryna get me into those shackles
Tell 'em just send 'em at me
I'm shooting at em like AK's
Favorite movies is action
I FedEx them like a package
Bullet holes in your cucumber
Turn yo ass into a salad
Finna rally them goons and
They muthaf**kin into my cab
Hundred mounts and I'm climbin'
I speeded that automatic
And I'm wishin' I'm dyin'
And half a brick in my baggage
Gutta gutta gutta gotta shake them off
Hundred stacks in my seats
And banana clip on the mouth
Put my life on the line
I'm 95 headed south
Catch this dude if you can
I told you what I'm about
He's gutta gutta gutta gutta
Gotta keep it hood
Wish that would be my enemy
Good for him he's gutta
I keep it G-U-T-T-A to the enemy
Gutta gutta g-g-gutta
Gotta keep it hood
Know I'm good when I'm in the streets
Good for him he's gutta
I keep it G-U-T-T-A until I D-I-E
And I keep them lands
That pistol sharpen your head
Get your block with that chopper
I know that they want me dead
Tell them cats if they want me come see me
Satan with dreads
How the hell he get away
As I middle finger the feds
F**k 'em
Back back back with that automatic
It's screaming havoc for crackers to spring
And bounce like a mattress
Rat-tat-tat now I'm laughing you bastards
Here go your package
Special order you sign it
In blood puddles you have it
Tell them feddies I'm laughing
Now kill me if they imagine
Ace Hood I'm packin'
And bustin' good I'm swaggin'
I'm a G G G U-T-T-A
With the premonition of murder
I sleep with the burner piece
Gutta gutta g-g-gutta
Gotta keep it hood
Wish that would be my enemy
Good for him he's gutta
I keep it G-U-T-T-A to the enemy
Gutta gutta g-g-gutta
Gotta keep it hood
Know I'm good when I'm in the streets
Good for him he's gutta
I keep it G-U-T-T-A until I D-I-E
And I'm gone gone gone
Gotta get this money
Half a mil in the Pontiac
Even sheets of them hundreds
Drop 'em stop 'em my house them
Deep in my stomach
Misdemeanor no option but 20 plus
What they pumpin'
Life in the peniten gonna
Take me away from my Benz
Take me away from my ends
Can't picture me in the pen
Doin' hundred and five on the 95 in the win'
Head up out to the meadow
Refuse to practice the when
I'm gutta gutta gutta
I gotta shake them off
Red and blue on my tail
Got some residue on my pouch
Helicopters they stoppin'
They target me on the road
Grab the work and the money
And tell them crackers I'm out
He's gutta gutta gutta
Attention all units attention all units
We are on the lookout
For a suspect heading southbound on I-95
Suspect is arriving in a black Chevy Malibu
Suspect is considered armed and dangerous
Proceed with caution
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