Pistol in the Party

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 Back to Gucci Mane lyrics