Ace Hood - Gutta Lyrics

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It's so incredible

Ace

You ain't comin' round here

Talkin' all that shit

Talkin' 'bout you get all them bricks

I'm a have to come round your way

Nigga I'm real you all too fake

And a pistol where ya mama stay

Act like I don't know where you lay

Betta act right fo' I get uptight

Act up I'm a let the automatic spray

(Get 'em)

Boy there ya go

(Get 'em)

Boy there ya go

Blocka blocka blocka blocka

Boy there you go

Hol' up with it Khaled

Don't let me get 'em

Gun cocked where his cheerin'?

No talk time to get him

Fake niggas gon' make me kill him

Make his body shiver like he naked in a river

Matter fact I'm a leave him in the river

Come and get him when it's winter

Nigga holla back I'm gutta I done told ya that

Rock boy bitch over bags

Say you movin' them slabs of crack

See nigga you a lie like Pac is back

Man you niggas all crap

And you homies won't last

'Til your somethin' like paper tags

Don't make me slide the mask

To save from blast get his ass

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You ain't comin' round here

Talkin' all that shit

Talkin' 'bout you get all them bricks

I'm a have to come round your way

Nigga I'm real you all too fake

And a pistol where ya mama stay

Act like I don't know where you lay

Betta act right fo' I get uptight

Act up I'm a let the automatic spray

Now let me get 'em

When I walk up in the place

Put the pace in ya face

Tell 'em gimme that K

Fuck niggas and they really don't think

That I know where they lay duct tape they face

Pop pop unload that K then we leave em and we find

'em in a couple of days

Pussy niggas know where you lay

Actin' like I don't know where you stay

Runnin' at ya mouth man ya nigga's too fake

Tellin' all the niggas that you move them thangs what?

Y'ain't 'bout that lie. huh? Y'ain't got no stride naw

You'nt really grind leave em in the streets

'Til the D boys find 'em dumb niggas

And they huggin' on the grind in the middle of this town

We gon' g-g-get 'em

You ain't comin' round here

Talkin' all that shit

Talkin' 'bout you get all them bricks

I'm a have to come round your way

Nigga I'm real you all too fake

And a pistol where ya mama stay

Act like I don't know where you lay

Betta act right fo' I get uptight

Act up I'm a let the automatic spray

Now who am I? Mothafuckas wanna know

When I pull up in that rover

They know that it's over

Big holes in ya body like coasters

Creep creep we deep with soldiers

Black holster to carry that toaster

Hot head now they callin' me folgers

But still creep in Adidas with the heaters millimeters

Wanna see where yo family at pop

Pop just call me ace

Slump niggas I'm a call you dead

Click clack now ya T-shirt red

Hand 'em an tampon no batteries included know that

The clip be hands on it'll take yo mans on

Leave his body slumped in the damn yard

(Get 'em)

You ain't comin' round here

Talkin' all that shit

Talkin' 'bout you get all them bricks

I'm a have to come round your way

Nigga I'm real you all too fake

And a pistol where ya mama stay

Act like I don't know where you lay

Betta act right fo' I get uptight

Act up I'm a let the automatic spray

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