Ace Hood: Get 'em up

[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 landRippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bagHundred in the louie, don't confuse me with that other catEngine in the truck jack, pushin like a super packAutomatic button pad just to keep the top backRuby red insides, lamborghini fruit snacksTwenty-two, that's what I shoot, you know them bitches got a mackBack to the back of the lac incase them pussy niggas wanna jetKnow I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage PatchHit you right between the eyes then leave you like an alley rat100 for the bracelet, a track, I'm like a magnetHit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin with the louie rag[Chorus:]Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuckRep your city like a G then put your middle fingers upI got that east side rollin', and that west side smokeSouth side rollin with me and the north side gonGet 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 thoughKnow I keep that full clip, come and get cha super soakCall me Mr. Cinemax, shoot you like a movie roleHundred on the highway, let's see how fast the coupe can goNew Edition fit the kid, they ship the shit from englandThat's me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lingsYes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you fuckin withYes, I keep that .45, you better keep a body guardBenz is in the parking lot so you know the block is hotTell em we don't give a shit and mother fuck the other sideBitch you know I'm born to ride, H B and some murda mindsOpen up the suicide doors, call it homicide[Chorus][Verse 3:]I got my black flag swangin and I'm bangin on some gutta shitJust copped me a spaceship, took it from the governmentWhite-on-white drop top, call that bitch a cool whipHad to blow the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthlessKnow you niggas mad but tell em haters I does itBetter quit that fussin, don't know what's in the bullpit.45's a motherfucker, hit chu and your cousinThink I gave a damn but I never gave a fuckGot that oven heated up and bitch you lookin like lunchTake them heaters to your gut like it's a million uppercutsThen I dip off in the cut and throw it up, who give a fuck?Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the front, what's up?[Chorus][Outro:]Gutta