Fed Bound

[Intro] Whenever we meet Out on the street Good for him He's gutta...gutta...gutta...gutta [Verse 1: Ace Hood] (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 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 [Hook] (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-I-E [Verse 2: Ace Hood] 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 [Hook] 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 [Outro, police radio] 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