Released: November 18, 2008
Songwriter: Joel Augustin Ace Hood
Producer: Jackpot Music
[Verse 1]
I don’t give a fuck, tell them niggas I don’t care
Let them know I’m not hard to find, if they’re whining I’m right here
Running with the peelers and them killers, convicted felons are near
So show me who you supposed to be, the MAC in the back of the SUV
Run up on me A C E, that M A C will make you sleep
Me more than that jesus piece, better pray I don’t squeeze the heat
I don’t give an F U C K, one of them things I told on me
OK, no way you sorry P, never add up on the prodigy
Looking like a [?], it ain’t no come and talk to me
Mob be on that street shit, never be on that sweet shit
See me in that foreign whip, don’t know who I’m coming with
With my goons they everywhere, pussy nigga you noticed it
[Hook]
Hey listen, I don’t give a fuck, no I don’t really care
I’ll send a whole clip that’ll flip you in the air
Like a dolphin, I’m pick of the year
And I do it for my dogs with tatted tears
Where my young gangsters at? Where my gangsters at?
Triple OGs, dope boys everywhere you’re at
Everywhere [x4]
[Verse 2]
Shouting A C E, mister shit on them like diarrhea
Add that H to the double O D, now haters what the problem is
Stay with me, you disappear like I am David Copperfield
Swisher sweet and Cali weed will make you want to cop a feel
Pistol be my brother, motherfucker that’s my relative
You want to shoot some kids, yeah that pistol be my relative
Broward Country where I live, I put that on my [?]
Put my city on the map, I’m greeted like the president
I am Ace to the double O D, been gutta since the fucking [?]
Rolling with many bouncers that’ll make you change your government
Heavy metal handling, I’m standing where the devil sits
Only 20, fuck that rookie, sir I’m like a veteran
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Gutta!
And better know that I’m running that south, I really know [?]
Pu that gun in your mouth, and you sit on that couch
If you niggas do doubt, I come to your town
With a big 4 pound, get down
Here’s how we rhyme
I’m bout to b-b-blast
On a nigga’s bitch ass
Tell a nigga quick fast
Kill them dudes and round em up
And my goons is everywhere, just know that they don’t give a fuck
Hundred niggas in black, pour the cup up in the trunk
No choppa zone, them choppas on, see I don’t give a fuck
What? What? Hey I don’t give a f-
I don’t give a fuck, tell them niggas I don’t care
Let them know I’m not hard to find, if they’re whining I’m right here
Running with the peelers and them killers, convicted felons are near
So show me who you supposed to be, the MAC in the back of the SUV
Run up on me A C E, that M A C will make you sleep
Me more than that jesus piece, better pray I don’t squeeze the heat
I don’t give an F U C K, one of them things I told on me
OK, no way you sorry P, never add up on the prodigy
Looking like a [?], it ain’t no come and talk to me
Mob be on that street shit, never be on that sweet shit
See me in that foreign whip, don’t know who I’m coming with
With my goons they everywhere, pussy nigga you noticed it
[Hook]
Hey listen, I don’t give a fuck, no I don’t really care
I’ll send a whole clip that’ll flip you in the air
Like a dolphin, I’m pick of the year
And I do it for my dogs with tatted tears
Where my young gangsters at? Where my gangsters at?
Triple OGs, dope boys everywhere you’re at
Everywhere [x4]
[Verse 2]
Shouting A C E, mister shit on them like diarrhea
Add that H to the double O D, now haters what the problem is
Stay with me, you disappear like I am David Copperfield
Swisher sweet and Cali weed will make you want to cop a feel
Pistol be my brother, motherfucker that’s my relative
You want to shoot some kids, yeah that pistol be my relative
Broward Country where I live, I put that on my [?]
Put my city on the map, I’m greeted like the president
I am Ace to the double O D, been gutta since the fucking [?]
Rolling with many bouncers that’ll make you change your government
Heavy metal handling, I’m standing where the devil sits
Only 20, fuck that rookie, sir I’m like a veteran
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Gutta!
And better know that I’m running that south, I really know [?]
Pu that gun in your mouth, and you sit on that couch
If you niggas do doubt, I come to your town
With a big 4 pound, get down
Here’s how we rhyme
I’m bout to b-b-blast
On a nigga’s bitch ass
Tell a nigga quick fast
Kill them dudes and round em up
And my goons is everywhere, just know that they don’t give a fuck
Hundred niggas in black, pour the cup up in the trunk
No choppa zone, them choppas on, see I don’t give a fuck
What? What? Hey I don’t give a f-
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From the album
- Gutta (2008)
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