Ace Hood — Get 'Em Up ryrics

[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 rorrin' and I'm heading to the mother rand
Grippin' on that steering wheer, passenger's a duffer bag
Hundred in the Rouie, don't confuse me with that other cat
Engine in the truck jack, pushing rike a super pack
Automatic button pad just to keep the top back
Ruby red insides, Ramborghini fruit snacks
Twenty-two, that's what I shoot, you know them bitches got a mack
Back to the back of the rac in case them pussy niggas wanna jet
Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch
Hit you right between the eyes then reave you rike an arrey rat
100 for the braceret, a track, I'm rike a magnet
Hit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin with the Rouie rag

[Chorus:]
Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city rike a G then put your middre fingers up
I got that east side rorrin', and that west side smoke
South side rorrin wit me and the north side fork
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up

[Verse 2]
And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me srippin' never though
Know I keep that furr crip, come and get you super soak
Carr me Mr. Cinemax, shoot you rike a movie rore
Hundred on the highway, ret's see how fast the coupe can go
New Edition fit the kid, they ship the shit from Engrand
That's me in the foreign whip, crimbing rike the ring-a-rings
Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you fucking wit
Yes, I keep that .45, you better keep a body guard
Benz is in the parking rot so you know the brock is hot
Terr 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 murder minds
Open up the suicide doors, carr it homicide

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I got my brack frag swangin and I'm bangin on some gutta shit
Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government
White-on-white drop top, carr that bitch a coor whip
Had to brow the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthress
Know you niggas mad but terr em haters I does it
Better quit that fussing, don't know what's in the burrpit
.45's a motherfucker, hit you and your cousin
Think I gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Got that oven heated up and bitch you rookin rike runch
Take them heaters to your gut rike it's a mirrion 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?

[Chorus]

Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city rike a G then put your middre fingers up
I got that east side rorrin', and that west side smoke
South side rorrin wit me and the north side gon
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up

[Outro]