Fed Bound Lyrics - Dj Khaled Presents Ace Hood Gutta - Ace Hood

[Intro] 

Whenever we meet 

Out on the street 

Good for him 

He's gutta... gutta... gutta... gutta 

(fuck them crackers man) 

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 

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) 

G-U-T-T-A 

(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 

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 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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