Get On Up
Ace Lyrics


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Ace Hood (Hey, Get Em Up)
Gutta (Hey, Get Em Up)
(Hey, Get Em Up) yea
(Hey, Get Em Up) Gutta, Gutta, Hey

[Verse 1]
I got my drop top rollin' and I'm heading 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, pushing like a super pack
Automatic button pad just to keep the top back
Ruby red insides, Lamborghini fruit snacks
Twenty-two, that's 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

[Chorus]
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 (Hey, Get Em Up) [Repeat: x7]
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I got my black flag swangin' and I'm banging 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 fussing, don't know what's in the bull pit
.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 looking 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?

[Chorus]





Gutta

Overall Meaning

In the song "Get Em Up" by Ace Hood, the lyrics describe his carefree and reckless lifestyle. He boasts about driving an expensive car, carrying a gun for protection, and not caring about the consequences of his actions. He also encourages listeners to represent their cities proudly and defy authority by putting their middle fingers up. The chorus repeats the phrase "Get Em Up" to urge people to take action and stand up for themselves.


The first verse details Ace Hood's luxurious possessions and his disregard for anyone who might challenge him. He mentions carrying a .45 for protection and being ready to use it whenever necessary. He also talks about driving a Lamborghini and wearing a $100 bracelet. In the second verse, he continues to describe his carefree attitude and willingness to take risks. He refers to himself as "Mr. Cinemax" and boasts about driving over 100 miles per hour. He ends the verse with a reference to "suicide doors," which are often associated with expensive cars and luxury lifestyles.


Line by Line Meaning

I got my drop top rollin' and I'm heading to the mother land
I'm driving my convertible and heading to where everyone knows me.


Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffle bag
I'm driving recklessly, with a bag full of my belongings next to me.


Hundred in the Louie, don't confuse me with that other cat
I have a hundred dollar bill in my Louis Vuitton wallet and I'm not someone to be mistaken for someone else.


Engine in the truck jack, pushing like a super pack
My truck's engine is powerful and can move like a group of strong people.


Automatic button pad just to keep the top back
I have an electronic button to lower the convertible top.


Ruby red insides, Lamborghini fruit snacks
The interior of my car is red and luxurious, and I have Lamborghini-branded snacks.


Twenty-two, that's what I shoot, you know them bitches got a mack
I use a .22 caliber gun, but my enemies might have a Mac-10.


Back to the back of the lac incase them pussy niggas wanna jet
I have my gun in the back of my car just in case someone tries to run away from me.


Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch
I have a .45 caliber gun and I can cause serious harm to my enemies.


Hit you right between the eyes then leave you like an alley rat
I will shoot you in the forehead and leave you like a dirty alley rat.


100 for the bracelet, a track, I'm like a magnet
I paid $100 for my bracelet and I attract attention wherever I go.


Hit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin' with the Louie rag
I have street style and I'm showing off my Louis Vuitton rag in my car.


Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
I might have cared at some point, but I don't give a damn anymore.


Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
Represent your city like a gangster and show your middle finger to the haters.


I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
I'm popular and influential both on the east side, and I'm smoking on the west side.


South side rollin' wit me and the north side gon
I have friends on the south side who are with me, but don't have any contacts on the north side.


And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slippin' never though
I play a game of eenie meenie mini mo, but I'm never caught off guard.


Know I keep that full clip, come and get cha super soak
I have a fully loaded gun and I'm ready to use it if anyone tries to attack me.


Call me Mr. Cinemax, shoot you like a movie role
I'm like an action hero from a movie and I can shoot you like one too.


Hundred on the highway, let's see how fast the coupe can go
I'm driving at high speed on the highway to see how fast my car can go.


New Edition fit the kid, they ship the shit from england
I have trendy clothes from New Edition and they were imported from England.


That's me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lings
I'm in a foreign car and it's making a ringing sound as I drive it.


Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you fuckin wit
I'm doing things differently and I don't know who you're messing with.


Yes, I keep that .45, you better keep a body guard
I have a .45 caliber gun and if you're with me you should have protection too.


Benz is in the parking lot so you know the block is hot
My expensive car being parked outside indicates that something suspicious is going on.


Tell em we don't give a shit and mother fuck the other side
I don't care about anything and I'm cursing my opponents.


Bitch you know I'm born to ride, H B and some murda minds
I was born to ride and I have some dangerous friends with me.


Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide
I'm opening the doors of my car and making a scene, which could lead to someone getting hurt.


I got my black flag swangin' and I'm banging on some gutta shit
I'm swinging my black flag and making noise on the streets.


Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government
I recently acquired a cool car and I might have gotten it illegally.


White-on-white drop top, call that bitch a cool whip
My white convertible car looks cool and luxurious.


Had to blow the brains out, yeah i keep it ruthless
I had to shoot someone in the head and I don't show any mercy.


Know you niggas mad but tell em haters i does it
I know my enemies are angry, but I tell them I keep doing what I do.


Better quit that fussing, don't know what's in the bull pit
My enemies better stop making a scene, they don't know what kind of danger they're getting into.


.45's a motherfucker, hit you and your cousin
A .45 caliber gun is powerful and can harm not just you but also your family.


Got that oven heated up and bitch you looking like lunch
I'm getting ready to harm someone and they look vulnerable like a piece of food.


Take them heaters to your gut like it's a million uppercuts
I'm going to shoot you repeatedly in the stomach like a million uppercuts.


Then I dip off in the cut and throw it up, who give a fuck?
After harming someone, I drive away and don't care about the consequences.


Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the front, what's up?
I am drinking vodka and showing off my gangsta attitude, what do you want to do?




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ANTOINE MCCOLISTER, CHRISTOPHER GHOLSON, CHRISTOPHER JAMES GHOLSON

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