Drop it Off

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I want? I'm a Vet not a Rookie, can't go out like no pussy Can't let no nigga push me, I take a nigga cookies I heard you got a truck wit a hundred pounds in it (In ir) So I got my chopper wit da hundred rounds in it (In it) Damn, that's some real talk, fuck what your clique thought Throwin up them Es, like GD's ? Why you brangin games up, damn you done come up Military trained up, almost famous Gucci got a sick flow, all he wear is rose gold Tryna get a deal, but all I got was closed doors Now I'm the Co-CEO, Imma sign my damn self Nigga out of line, Imma beat him with a fan belt Burn him with a hot iron, fuck him with a broomstick Go out, dick his main bitch, just for tryna talk shit Gucci keep it gutter, man, all I do is hustle, man I'll duct tape take your mama, man, pistol whip your brother, man [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Drop it off before I have to make you come and drop it off Take it off, before I have to make you come and take it off Drop it off before I have to make you come and drop it off Take it off before I have to make you come and take it off Drop it off before I have to make you come and drop it off Take it off before I have to make you come and take it off Drop it off before I have to make you come and drop it off [Verse 2: Eva Trill] Take it off, drop it off, before I got to break you off Hollow points in my Trey special, rollin with ? So obvious you fake and floss, I promise you goin take a loss You die before you hit the top, you and whoever you brought Niggas still thinkin they're Pac, until them bullets collapse their lungs He ain't talkin out bout them guns, when we start clappin them guns Hangin niggas over the edge, you gon' fly? It's murder murder murder, nigga, killed or be killed and niggas kill yourself Homicide, suicide, genocide, you decide Fuck that unified have my money, my nigga you gon die I hate to do it to you, but I do you, and your cuttie pie Right when you reside, brought that paper, ain't no fake Cuz is hard times, in these hard streets I keep a Hard 9 and you don't wanna meet See deep inside know I'm supposed to be my brother's keeper Drop that money off, so we don't have to see ya [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Drop it off before I make you come and drop it off Take it off, before I have to make you come and take it off Drop it off before I have to make you come and drop it off Take it off before I have to make you come and take it off Drop it off before I have to make you come and drop it off Take it off before I have to make you come and take it off Drop it off before I have to make you come and drop it off