Tonalité : Bb minor
Verse 1
F
E
Whenever we meet
Out on the street
Am
Good for him
F
F#
F
Am
F
Am
G
He's gutta... gutta... gutta... gutta
Am
F
Am
C
Am
F
Am
C
Am
F
(Fuck them crackers man)
Am
I'm so gutta, gutta, gutta,
I gotta duck them crackers
C
Pussy niggas they hack us
Tryna get me into those shackles
Am
Tell 'em just send 'em at me
I'm shooting at em like AK's
F
Favorite movies is action
I FedEx them
Am
Bullet holes in your cucumber
turn yo ass into a salad
C
Finna rally them goons and they
muthafuckin into my cab
Am
Hundred mounts and I'm climbin'
I speeded that automatic
F
And I'm wishin' I'm dyin' and
half a brick in my baggage
Am
Gutta, gutta, gutta,
gotta shake them off
C
Hundred stacks in my seats and
banana clip on the mouth
Am
Put my life on the line,
I'm 95 headed south
F
Catch this dude if you can,
Am
I told you what I'm about
(Gutta, gutta, g- g- gutta...)
C
Gotta keep it hood,
Am
wish that would be my enemy
F
(Good for him, he's gutta)
Am
G- U- T- T- A
(Gutta, gutta, g- g- gutta...)
C
Gotta keep it hood,
know I'm good when I'm in the streets
Am
F
(Good for him, he's gutta)
I keep it G- U- T- T- A until I D- I- E
Am
And I keep them lands
, That pistol sharpen your head
C
Get your block with that chopper I
know that they want me dead
Am
Tell them cats if they want
me come see me,
Satan with dreads
Get away, as I middle finger the feds
Am
(Fuck 'em)
Back, back, back, with that automatic
C
It's screaming havoc for crackers
to spring and bounce like a mattress
Am
Rat- tat- tat, now I'm laughing,
you bastards, here go your package
F
Special order, you sign it,
in blood puddles you have it
Am
Tell them feddies I'm laughing,
now kill me if they imagine
C
Ace Hood, I'm packin' and bustin' good,
I'm swaggin'
Am
I'm a G, G, G, U- T- T- A
F
With the premonition of murder,
I sleep with the
Am
C
Am
Burner piece
F
Am
C
Am
F
Am
And I'm gone, gone, gone,
gotta get this money
C
Half a mil in the Pontiac,
even sheets of them hundreds
Am
Drop 'em, stop 'em my house
them [?] deep in my stomach
F
Misdemeanor no option but
20 plus what they pumpin'
Am
Life in the peniten gonna take
me away from my Benz
C
Take me away from my ends,
can't picture me in the pen
Am
Doin' hundred and five
On the 95
In the win'
F
Head up out to the meadow
refuse to practice the when
Am
I'm gutta, gutta, gutta,
I gotta shake them off
C
Red and blue
On my tail,
got some residue on my pouch
Am
Helicopters they stoppin'
they target me on the road
F
Grab the work and the money and tell them
Am
C
Am
crackers I'm out
F
(Good for him, he's gutta,
gutta, gutta...)
Am
Ch- chea, Gutta, fuck you crackers nigga,
C
Am
Am
F
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
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