Gutta Back Lyrics - Body Bag Vol 2 - Ace Hood

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 

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 

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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