Gucci Mane - Drop it Off Lyrics
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    Drop it Off

    [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
    I want?
    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 with a hundred pounds in it
    So I got my chopper with a hundred rounds in it
    Damb, that's some real talk, fuck what your clique thought
    Throwin up them Es, like ?
    Why you ? up, damb you done come up
    Millitary 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 CEO, Imma sing my damb self
    Nigga out of line, Imma beat him with a ? belt
    ? with a hot, burn him with a broomstick
    Go fuck his main bitch, for tryna talk shit
    Gucci keep it gutter, man, all I do is hustle, man
    Imma take your mama, man, pistol wip your brother, man

    [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

    [Verse 2: Eva Trill]
    Take it off, drop it off, before I got to break you off
    Hollow points in my special, rollin with ?
    So obvious you fake and floss, I prommis you goin take a loss
    You die before you hit the top, you and whoever you brought
    Niggas still think they're Pac, til them bullits clap their lungs
    You auint talkin out bout them guns, when we start clappin them guns
    Hangin niggas over the edge, ?
    It's murder murder, nigga, be killed or kill yourself
    Homicide, suicide, gennecide, you decide
    Fuck that unified, have my money, you gon die, nigga
    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
    Hard times, in these hard streets
    Hard 9, you won't wanna meet
    ? 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

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