[Intro]
Ace Hood (Aye, get them up)
Gutta (Aye, get them up)
(Aye, get them up) chea
(Aye, get them up) Gutta, Gutta, hey

[Verse 1]
I got my drop top rolling and I`m heading to the mother land
Gripping on that steering wheel, passenger`s a duffel bag
Hundred in the Louis, don`t confuse me with that other cat
Engine in the trunk jack, push it like a super pack
Automatic button pad, just to keep the top back
Ruby red insides, Lamborghini fruit snacks
.22, that`s what I shoot, you know them bitches got a MAC
Back to the back of the `Lac incase them pussy ni**as wanna jack
Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch
Hit you right between the eyes and leave you like an alley rat
Hundred for the bracelet, attract them I`m like a magnet
Hit them with the gutter swag, swinging with the Louis rag

[Chorus]
Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a f**k
Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
I got the Eastside rolling, and the Westside holding
Southside rolling with me, and the Northside gon`
Get them up (Aye, get them up) [x7]
You rep your city ni**a, gon` throw it up

[Verse 2]
And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slipping never though
Know I keep that full clip, come and get your super soak
Call me Mister Cinemax, shoot you like a movie role
Hundred on the highway, let`s see how fast the coupe can go
New edition fit the kid, they ship the s**t from England
Catch me in the foreign whip, climbing like the Ring-A-Lings
Yes, I`m on some other s**t, don`t know who you f**king with
Yes, I keep that .45, you better keep a body guard
Benz is in the parking lot, so you know the block is hot
Tell them we don`t give a s**t and motherf**k the other side
Bitch you know I`m born to ride, H.B. on some murder minds
Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I got my black flag swinging, and I`m banging on some gutter s**t
Just got me a spaceship, took it from the government
White on white drop top, call that bitch the Cool Whip
Had to blow the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthless
Know you ni**as mad but tell them haters I does this
Better quit that fussing, don`t know what`s in the pulpit
.45`s a motherf**ker, hit you and your cousin
Think I give a damn, but I never gave a f**k
Got that oven heated up, and bitch you looking like lunch
Take them heaters to your gut like it`s a million uppercuts
Then I dip off in the cut, and throw it up, who give a f**k?
Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangster to the front, what`s up?

[Chorus]

Gutta