[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I want?
I'm a Vet not a Rookie, can't go out like no pussy
Can't let no n***a push me, I take a n***a 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
N***a 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
N***as 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 n***as over the edge, you gon' fly?
It's murder murder murder, n***a, killed or be killed and n***as kill yourself
Homicide, suicide, genocide, you decide
Fuck that unified have my money, my n***a 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