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gucci mane - drop it off lyrics

[verse 1: gucci mane]
i want?
can’t go out like no p-ssy
can’t let no n-gga push me, i take a n-gga 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, f-ck 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 ?
now i’m the ceo, imma sing my damb self
n-gga out of line, imma beat him with a ? belt
? with a hot, burn him with a broomstick
go f-ck his main b-tch, for tryna talk sh-t
gucci keep it gutter, man, all i do is hustle, man
imma take your mama, man, pistol wip your brother, man

[hook: 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
n-ggas 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 n-ggas over the edge, ?
it’s murder murder, n-gga, be k!lled or k!ll yourself
homicide, suicide, gennecide, you decide
f-ck that unified, have my money, you gon die, n-gga
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

- gucci mane lyrics

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