文本歌词

Gutta Back - Ace Hood (兜帽王牌)
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
Ride with county dogs yea I said that
Fresh off up the porch like where that work yea
Told my mama that I got this never turn back
B**ch I want my city I'm just doin' laps
Whole hood hatin' say that ni**a changed
Ride around the town the real money came
Oh well different city hotels
Plenty paper b**ches pullin' on my goat tails
You the bad economy that droppin' d**e sells
Sh*t ain't what It used to be shout out to Fish Scale
Shout out them real zoes shout out my bad hoes
One for you broke b**ches better get your grind on
Word on the street they plannin' on my downfall
You niggas b**ches reason why stay around y'all
Smellin' money from a mile like a hound dog
Fall in every year they just call me John Wow
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
Prowlin' kinda boos yea I said that
DJs who forgot I brought that line back
DJs who forgot I put that on the map
Ready for more keep pullin' raps
Still flop with that hammer
Bad b**ch from Atlanta
Still talkin' that sh*t I'm young as Tony Montana
Why you laugh fool Cuz I came up
Still real it ain't changed up
Came through in that rainstorm
Downtown I'm like what the f**k
You still talkin' that dumb sh*t
Talkin' 'bout what you gonna do
Talkin' 'bout what you gonna blow
Ni**a man I'm 24
I done been here what you tryna do
Been places you tryna go
From canned foods to them great views
And the mob hope I don't run through
I was 17 when I first signed
Same day that my city rise
Six figures no compromise
Only ni**a who televised
F**kin' niggas who sellin' lies
F**kin' hoes who was never around
Then I go for that 9 to 5
People rollin' my window down like
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
I say now just get onto my level ho
80 grins in my Rollie though
F**k this b**ch till that p**sy soaked
Either one give you plenty choke
F**k is wrong with your frontal lobe
F**k you talkin' 'bout B4
Timber shoppin' yo Frank do
Signed sealed no envelope
I said hood ni**a from the 20 ho
Dudes goose when that Chevy roll
Real ni**a come flick up
Act or talk or you clicked up
My young Benz I'm f**k sh*t
Bang bang till that b**ch click
10 times what my neck be
With a thick picture now blast these
Say f**k is off with that p**sy
20k for my bookie
50 grind on my chopper
Jumpin' out of that bucket
Think real ni**a get money
My top down when it's sunny
From PF ville to the big IMs
You still local I take trips
Gone
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back
They think that gutta back
Bring that gutta back