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Intro - Get off

Ace Hood
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Ace Hood, yeah Call me Mr. Bop Whatever, nothing less or how it's posed to be All about my broccoli, that celery, the lettuce, see Pull up in that letter C, the coupe with foreign leather seats Yeah, it's me, better flee, better not be my enemy Ace Hood, yeah Call me Mr. Bop Whatever, nothing less or how it's posed to be All about my broccoli, that celery, the lettuce, see Pull up in that letter C, the coupe with foreign leather seats Yeah, it's me, better flee, better not be my enemy Call me Mr. Bop Whatever, nothing less or how it's posed to be All about my broccoli, that celery, the lettuce, see Pull up in that letter C, the coupe with foreign leather seats Yeah, it's me, better flee, better not be my enemy Hopping out with them choppers and I'm popping where the doctor be Playing them money games, understand this ain't Monopoly Hennessy into me, yeah, that be my energy Any nigga jumping on my mama dying instantly Gotta keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A up to the enemy Yeah, we 'bout, I'm a dog, shining like some Armor All Hit the mall, buy it all, stacks off in my fucking drawers Yeah, nigga, we 'bout to get off You see them goons on deck, we 'bout to get off All my jewelry 'round my neck, we 'bout to get off Whole club, they know what's next, we 'bout to get off Damn right, we 'bout to get off Damn right, we 'bout to get off I'm with my real niggas now, we 'bout to get off Only niggas that stomp my ground, we 'bout to get off Yeah, we 'bout to get off, don't let them shots rip off Missiles out of the pistol will take a nigga top off Well, I am G-U-T-T-A-S, Mr. Ace, I'm in your face Got that fully loaded .45, a lava on my waist Run in any nigga place, put that pistol to his face Take that bitch up off a safe and tell him show me to the safe Man, ain't none of you niggas safe, not 'til all my niggas straight Bitch, you better show the cake or if not, I take your face Tennis for my dogs right there upstate Treat that bitch just like some steak Put your face up on a plate, all my niggas saying grace Amen, fifteen men came in raiding with that pistol waving All you hear is sirens, hello gun, better run, sayonara your friends Now your chest is caved in, MAC-11, all me and the goons You see them goons on deck, we 'bout to get off All my jewelry 'round my neck, we 'bout to get off Whole club, they know what's next, we 'bout to get off Damn right, we 'bout to get off Damn right, we 'bout to get off I'm with my real niggas now, we 'bout to get off Only niggas that stomp my ground, we 'bout to get off Yeah, we 'bout to get off, don't let them shots rip off Missiles out of the pistol will take a nigga top off