Get 'em Up

Get 'em Up Lyrics

[Intro:]
Ace Hood (Ay, Get Em Up)
Gutta (Ay, Get Em Up)
(Ay, Get Em Up) Chea
(Ay, Get Em Up) Gutta, Gutta, Hey

[Verse 1:]
I got my drop top rollin' and I'm headin to the mother land
Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag
Hundred in the louie, don't confuse me with that other cat
Engine in the truck jack, pushin like a super pack
Automatic button pad just to keep the top back
Ruby red insides, lamborghini fruit snacks
Twenty-two, that's what I shoot, you know them b**ches got a mack
Back to the back of the lac incase them pussy niggas wanna jet
Know I keep that.45, turn you into Cabbage Patch
Hit you right between the eyes then leave you like an alley rat
100 for the bracelet, a track, I'm like a magnet
Hit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin with the louie 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 that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
South side rollin with me and the north side gon
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) [x7]
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up

[Verse 2:]
And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slippin' never though
Know I keep that full clip, come and get cha super soak
Call me Mr. 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 sh*t from england
That's me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lings
Yes, I'm on some other sh*t, don't know who you f**kin 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 em we don't give a sh*t and mother f**k the other side
b**ch you know I'm born to ride, H B and some murda minds
Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I got my black flag swangin and I'm bangin on some gutta sh*t
Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government
White-on-white drop top, call that b**ch a cool whip
Had to blow the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthless
Know you niggas mad but tell em haters I does it
Better quit that fussin, don't know what's in the bullpit
.45's a motherf**ker, hit chu and your cousin
Think I gave a damn but I never gave a f**k
Got that oven heated up and b**ch you lookin 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 gangsta to the front, what's up?

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Gutta