Lyrics Pistol In the Party - Gucci Mane

Brick Squad about to walk in here
So cold, a nigga bitch say flip
Drinkin on lean like a ice-cold bear
Cant give you none, give you what got you here
Diamonds so big they hurt my ear
Sip codeine bitch, not been in there
Ballin like a nigga on his first day I
You tryna still look that I hurt my eye
Your watch aint real, you a goddamn lie
Got some little bit of niggas, Im a big ol playa
I can take er to you vacash
Car collision, first place
Over 10 years and they couldnt take it
Told Imma hold their operation
Im a man bustin what I stand for
Everything I stand for
And Im a hound dog, kinda fragile
Cuz I drop down, better pipe down
EA, GA, AK to the peach stay
And a bitch cant call me cheap skay
Im worth 20 mill on E-bay
Gucci Mane aint ballin
Young bitch so what yo mouth say

Aint no 1 on 1 nigga
He swing, I hit you
I aint no front for fun nigga
He ridin with you, he die with you
I aint thinkin of bitin my tongue nigga
Everybody know I dont fuck with you
And I aint fit to go in no club nigga
And if you let me home with this lil nigga

Pistol in the party, pistol in the party
They let me in the club, I brought my pistol to the party
Pistol in the party, pistol in the party
They let me in the club, I brought my pistol to the party

Bet a million dollars at a money nigga
Quarter mill for a lush nigga
Hundred dollars a blunt nigga
Check ay I had, dont talk nigga
200 dollars a blunt nigga
This aint what you want nigga
Got riffles like Im huntin niggas
Hand choppas and pass niggas
Well the jumps aint here
If you went another mile then you gon be in my trunk nigga
Got a I'll nigga, just slum niggas
But all I do is just point favors
Had the niggas fightin like Jerry Springer
Thin them fuckin hoes my trigga bang
I know pimp niggas but no gang bangers
Same plane, different angle
With the tango we Gucci
So you like you want a gumbo
Got er waitin for you in the front row
And you add these numbers like candles
They grew up, I keep a fighter
Tell the truth I dont like strangers
Trap game is a deadly game but Im talkin for his jet like btch trash

Aint no 1 on 1 nigga
He swing, I hit you
I aint no front for fun nigga
He ridin with you, he die with you
I aint thinkin of bitin my tongue nigga
Everybody know I dont fuck with you
And I aint fit to go in no club nigga
And if you let me home with this lil nigga

Pistol in the party, pistol in the party
They let me in the club, I brought my pistol to the party
Pistol in the party, pistol in the party
They let me in the club, I brought my pistol to the party
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