Pistol In The Party Lyrics - Trap God 2 - 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 

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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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