Drop it Off Gucci Mane (Ft. Eva Trill)

[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 with a hundred pounds in it
So I got my chopper with a hundred rounds 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, 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 damn self
Nigga out of line, Imma beat him with a ? belt
Burn with a hot iron, fuck him with a broomstick
Go fuck his main bitch, for tryna talk shit
Gucci keep it gutter, man, all I do is hustle, man
I donetake your mama, man, pistol whip 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