Gutta

(It's so incredible) Ace [Chorus] You ain't coming round here talking all that shit Talking 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 mamma stay Act like I don't know where you lay Betta act right for I get uptight Act up I'm a let the automatic spray [Repeat: x2] (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 cheering? 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 moving 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 something like paper tags Don't make me slide the mask To save from blast Get his ass [Chorus] 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 p***y niggas know where you lay Acting like I don't know where you stay Running at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake Telling all the niggas that you move them things What? Y'ain't bout that lie Huh? Y'ain't got no stride Naww You'nt really grind Leave em in da 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 [Chorus] Now who am I? motherfuckers 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 calling 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) [Chorus] --- Gutta - Trick Daddy and Ace Hood