Fed Bound Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[F]
Whenever we [E]meet
Out on the street
[Am]Good for him
He's [F]gutta... gutta... gutta... [F#]gutta[F][Am][F][Am][G]
[Am][F][Am][C]
[Am][F]
[Am][C]
[Am][F]
(Fuck them crackers man)
I'm so [Am]gutta, gutta, gutta,
I gotta duck them crackers
[C]Pussy niggas they hack us
Tryna get me into those shackles
Tell [Am]'em just send 'em at me
I'm shooting at em like AK's
Fa[F]vorite movies is action
I FedEx them
Bul[Am]let holes in your cucumber
turn yo ass into a salad
Fin[C]na rally them goons and they
muthafuckin into my cab
Hun[Am]dred mounts and I'm climbin'
I speeded that automatic
And [F]I'm wishin' I'm dyin' and
half a brick in my baggage
[Am]Gutta, gutta, gutta,
gotta shake them off
Hundred [C]stacks in my seats and
banana clip on the mouth
Put [Am]my life on the line,
I'm 95 headed south
Catch [F]this dude if you can,
I told you what I'm [Am]about
(Gutta, gutta, g- g- gutta...)
[C]Gotta keep it hood,
wish that would be my [Am]enemy
(Good for him, [F]he's gutta)
G- U- T- T- [Am]A
(Gutta, gutta, g- g- gutta...)
[C]Gotta keep it hood,
know I'm good when I'm in the streets
[Am](Good for him, he's [F]gutta)
I keep it G- U- T- T- A until I D- I- E
[Am]And I keep them lands
, That pistol sharpen your head
Get [C]your block with that chopper I
know that they want me dead
Tell [Am]them cats if they want
me come see me,
Satan with dreads
[F]He
Get away, as I middle finger the feds
[Am](Fuck 'em)
Back, back, back, with that automatic
It's scream[C]ing havoc for crackers
to spring and bounce like a mattress
Rat- [Am]tat- tat, now I'm laughing,
you bastards, here go your package
Spe[F]cial order, you sign it,
in blood puddles you have it
[Am]Tell them feddies I'm laughing,
now kill me if they imagine
[C]Ace Hood, I'm packin' and bustin' good,
I'm swaggin'
I'm a [Am]G, G, G, U- T- T- A
With the pre[F]monition of murder,
I sleep with the
Burner [Am]piece[C][Am]
[F]
[Am][C]
[Am][F]
And I'm [Am]gone, gone, gone,
gotta get this money
Half [C]a mil in the Pontiac,
even sheets of them hundreds
Drop [Am]'em, stop 'em my house
them [?] deep in my stomach
Mis[F]demeanor no option but
20 plus what they pumpin'
Life [Am]in the peniten gonna take
me away from my Benz
Take [C]me away from my ends,
can't picture me in the pen
[Am]Doin' hundred and five
On the 95
In the win'
Head [F]up out to the meadow
refuse to practice the when
I'm [Am]gutta, gutta, gutta,
I gotta shake them off
Red [C]and blue
On my tail,
got some residue on my pouch
[Am]Helicopters they stoppin'
they target me on the road
Grab [F]the work and the money and tell them
crackers I'm [Am]out[C][Am]
(Good for him, he's [F]gutta,
gutta, gutta...)
Ch- chea, [Am]Gutta, fuck you crackers nigga,
they ain't fucking with me nig[C]ga[Am][Am][F]
Attention all units, attention all units, we are on the lookout for a suspect heading southbound on I- 95. Suspect
is arriving in a black Chevy Malibu. Suspect is considered armed and dangerous. Proceed with caution