[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
Throwing 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
