Gucci Mane Pistol in the Party Lyrics

Trap God 2 Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Big Guwap
  • 2 When I Was Water Wippin
  • 3 Nothin' on Ya
  • 4 Servin
  • 5 Bullet Wound
  • 6 Bob Marley
  • 7 Pistol in the Party
  • 8 Miracle
  • 9 Squad Car
  • 10 Rich Muthafucka
  • 11 Breakfast
  • 12 Can't Interfere With My Money
  • 13 Greasy
  • 14 Scholar
  • 15 Really Ready
  • 16 You Gon Love Me
  • 17 God's Witness
  • 18 Runnin' Circles
  • 19 Break Dancin
  • 20 Get the Doe
  • 21 Fly Shit
  • 22 Supposed 2
  • (Verse)
    Brick Squad about to walk in here
    So cold, a nigga bitch say flip
    Drinkin on lean like a ice-cold bear
    Can’t 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 ain’t real, you a goddamn lie
    Got some little bit of niggas, I’m a big ol playa
    I can take er to you vacash
    Car collision, first place
    Over 10 years and they couldn’t take it
    Told I’mma hold their operation
    I’m a man bustin what I stand for
    Everything I stand for
    And I’m a hound dog, kinda fragile
    Cuz I drop down, better pipe down
    EA, GA, AK to the peach stay
    And a bitch can’t call me cheap skay
    I’m worth 20 mill on E-bay
    Gucci Mane ain’t ballin
    Young bitch so what yo mouth say

    (Bridge)
    Ain’t no 1 on 1 nigga
    He swing, I hit you
    I ain’t no front for fun nigga
    He ridin with you, he die with you
    I ain’t thinkin of bitin my tongue nigga
    Everybody know I don’t fuck with you
    And I ain’t 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, don’t talk nigga
    200 dollars a blunt nigga
    This ain’t what you want nigga
    Got riffles like I’m huntin niggas
    Hand choppas and pass niggas
    Well the jumps ain’t here
    If you went another mile then you gon be in my trunk nigga
    Got a ill 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 don’t like strangers
    Trap game is a deadly game but I’m talkin for his jet like btch trash

    (Bridge)
    Ain’t no 1 on 1 nigga
    He swing, I hit you
    I ain’t no front for fun nigga
    He ridin with you, he die with you
    I ain’t thinkin of bitin my tongue nigga
    Everybody know I don’t fuck with you
    And I ain’t 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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