Drop It Off chords by Eva Trill, Gucci Mane
Verse 1
Am
Ayy, it's a beautiful day in the hay
Gucci Mane, welcome home, boy
Yeah, I'ma start calling
F
you the Gucci Mane
Am
F
Cause these niggas out here
Am
is really, really, really skinny
Anyway, this the council, nigga,
Decatur's finest
F
And you know, it's ever trill
Am
Young Gucci Mane,
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Zaytoven on the track
Am
F
Moneybagg, what's up?
Am
Gucci holla at these niggas, man
I'm on bed, now I'm wicked
F
Can't go out like no pussy
Am
F
Can't let no n***a push me,
I'll take a n***a kickin'
Am
F
I heard you got a truck
Am
with a hundred pounds in it
F
Am
So I got my chopper with
a hundred miles in it
Damn, that's some real talk,
F
fuck with your clique, y 'all
Don't end up them
Am
F
Am
E's like GD's dope, bitch, fuck
Why you breakin' things up?
F
Am
Damn, you the game up
F
Am
Military trained up, I almost fame up
Gucci got a sick flow,
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all he wear is rose gold
Tryna get a deal,
Am
F
but all I got was clothes, though
Am
F
Am
Now I'm the co -CEO,
I'ma sell my damn self
F
N***a out on line,
Am
I'ma beat him with a fan belt
Run him with a hot iron,
fuck him with a broomstick
F
Go out, dick his main beast,
that's what try to talk shit
Am
Gucci keep it golden, man,
all I do is hustle, man
F
Am
I don't take your momma, man,
F
Am
pistol whip your brother, man
Drop it out before I have to make
you come and drop it out
Take it out before I have to make
F
you come and take it out
Am
Drop it out before I have to make
you come and drop it out
Take it out before I have to make
you come and take it out
Drop it out before I have to make
you come and drop it out
Take it out before I have to make
you come and take it out
F
Am
Drop it out before
I have to make you come and drop it out
Take it out before I have to make
you come and take it out
Take it out, drop it out before
I got to break you out
All the points in my tray special
F
Rubber and pen and cloth
Am
so obvious you faking flaws
I promise you gon' take a loss
F
Am
You'll die before you hit the top
You and whoever you brought
Niggas still bank in they pocket
till them bullets collapse they lungs
F
You ain't talkin' now,
Am
bubblin' them guns
F
when we start clappin' guns
Am
Hangin' niggas over the edge,
you gon' fly, I'll earn this gift
Murder, murder, murder, killer be killer,
nigga, kill yourself
Homicide, suicide, genocide, you decide
F
Am
Fuck that unify, have my money,
F
my nigga, you gon' die
Am
I hate to do it to ya,
but I do ya in ya cutie pie
F
Right where you reside,
Am
rock that paper, I ain't no faker
Cause it's hard times, in these hard streets
I keep a hard 9,
F
and you don't wanna meet
Am
See deep inside I know I'm supposed
to be my brother's keeper
So go on and drop that money off,
F
so I don't have to see ya
Am
Drop it out before
I have to make you come and drop it out
Take it out before
F
I have to make you come and take it out
Am
Drop it out before
I have to make you come and drop it out
Take it out before
I have to make you come and take it out
Drop it out before
I have to make you come and drop it out
Take it out before
I have to make you come and take it out
Drop it out before
I have to make you come and drop it out
Take it out before
I have to make you come and take it out
Drop It Off
Eva Trill, Gucci Mane
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