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Pistol in the Party

(Verse)

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(Bridge)

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(Hook)

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(Verse)

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(Bridge)

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(Hook)

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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