Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Away, artist - Ace Hood. Date of issue: 01.07.2012
Song language: English
Get Away |
| 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, thats what I shoot, you know them bitches 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 |
| Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck |
| 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 wit me and the north side gon |
| Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up) x7 |
| You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up |
| 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 shit from england |
| That’s me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lings |
| Yes, I’m on some other shit, don’t know who you fuckin wit |
| 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 shit and mother fuck the other side |
| Bitch you know I’m born to ride, H B and some murda minds |
| Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide |
| I got my black flag swangin and I’m bangin on some gutta shit |
| Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government |
| White-on-white drop top, call that bitch 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 motherfucker, hit chu and your cousin |
| Think I gave a damn but I never gave a fuck |
| Got that oven heated up and bitch 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 fuck? |
| Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the front, what’s up? |
| Gutta |