Ace Hood, yeah
Call me Mr. Bop Whatever, nothing less or how it's posed to be
All about my broccoli, that celery, the lettuce, see
Pull up in that letter C, the coupe with foreign leather seats
Yeah, it's me, better flee, better not be my enemy
Ace Hood, yeah
Call me Mr. Bop Whatever, nothing less or how it's posed to be
All about my broccoli, that celery, the lettuce, see
Pull up in that letter C, the coupe with foreign leather seats
Yeah, it's me, better flee, better not be my enemy
Call me Mr. Bop Whatever, nothing less or how it's posed to be
All about my broccoli, that celery, the lettuce, see
Pull up in that letter C, the coupe with foreign leather seats
Yeah, it's me, better flee, better not be my enemy
Hopping out with them choppers and I'm popping where the doctor be
Playing them money games, understand this ain't Monopoly
Hennessy into me, yeah, that be my energy
Any nigga jumping on my mama dying instantly
Gotta keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A up to the enemy
Yeah, we 'bout, I'm a dog, shining like some Armor All
Hit the mall, buy it all, stacks off in my fucking drawers
Yeah, nigga, we 'bout to get off
You see them goons on deck, we 'bout to get off
All my jewelry 'round my neck, we 'bout to get off
Whole club, they know what's next, we 'bout to get off
Damn right, we 'bout to get off
Damn right, we 'bout to get off
I'm with my real niggas now, we 'bout to get off
Only niggas that stomp my ground, we 'bout to get off
Yeah, we 'bout to get off, don't let them shots rip off
Missiles out of the pistol will take a nigga top off
Well, I am G-U-T-T-A-S, Mr. Ace, I'm in your face
Got that fully loaded .45, a lava on my waist
Run in any nigga place, put that pistol to his face
Take that bitch up off a safe and tell him show me to the safe
Man, ain't none of you niggas safe, not 'til all my niggas straight
Bitch, you better show the cake or if not, I take your face
Tennis for my dogs right there upstate
Treat that bitch just like some steak
Put your face up on a plate, all my niggas saying grace
Amen, fifteen men came in raiding with that pistol waving
All you hear is sirens, hello gun, better run, sayonara your friends
Now your chest is caved in, MAC-11, all me and the goons
You see them goons on deck, we 'bout to get off
All my jewelry 'round my neck, we 'bout to get off
Whole club, they know what's next, we 'bout to get off
Damn right, we 'bout to get off
Damn right, we 'bout to get off
I'm with my real niggas now, we 'bout to get off
Only niggas that stomp my ground, we 'bout to get off
Yeah, we 'bout to get off, don't let them shots rip off
Missiles out of the pistol will take a nigga top off
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