Ace Hood - Fed Bound lyrics
[Ace Hood - Fed Bound lyrics]
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
Muthafuckin 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
(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-IE
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 (Fuck '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
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
(Good for him, he's gutta, gutta, gutta)
Ch-chea, Gutta, fuck you crackers nigga
They ain't fucking with me nigga
Attention all unit's, attention all unit's
We are on the lookout for a suspect
Heading southbound on I95 suspect is arriving
In a black Chevy Malibu suspect is considered
Armed and dangerous proceed with caution
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
Muthafuckin 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
(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-IE
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 (Fuck '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
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
(Good for him, he's gutta, gutta, gutta)
Ch-chea, Gutta, fuck you crackers nigga
They ain't fucking with me nigga
Attention all unit's, attention all unit's
We are on the lookout for a suspect
Heading southbound on I95 suspect is arriving
In a black Chevy Malibu suspect is considered
Armed and dangerous proceed with caution