Fed Bound

Whenever we meet

Out on the street

Good for him

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

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

(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

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

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