เนื้อเพลง Pistol in The Party - Gucci Mane
เนื้อเพลง Pistol in The Party
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Brick Squad about to walk in here
So cold, a n*gga b*tch say flip
Drinkin on lean like a ice-cold beer
Can't give you none, give you what got you here
Diamonds so big they hurt my ear
Sip codeine b*tch, not Belvedere
Ballin like a n*gga on his first day I
You chain so little that I hurt my eye
Your watch ain't real, you a goddamn lie
Got some little bit of n*ggas, I'm a big ol playa
I can take her to you vacash
Car collision, first place
Over 10 years and they couldn't take it
Told I'm a hold their operation
I'm a man bustin what I stand for
Everything I stand for
And I'm a hound dog, kinda fragile
Cause I drop down, better pipe down
EA, GA, AK to the peach state
And a b*tch can't call me cheap skate
I'm worth 20 mill on E-bay
Gucci Mane ain't ballin
Young b*tch so what yo mouth say
[Bridge: Gucci Mane]
Ain't no 1 on 1 n*gga
He swing, I hit you
I ain't no front for fun n*gga
He ridin with you, he die with you
I ain't thinkin of bitin my tongue n*gga
Everybody know I don't f*ck with you
And I ain't finna to go in no club n*gga
And if you let me home with this lil n*gga
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
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 2: Gucci Mane]
Bet a million dollars at a month n*gga
Quarter mill for a lunch n*gga
Hundred dollars a blunt n*gga
Check ay I had, don't talk n*gga
200 dollars a blunt n*gga
This ain't what you want n*gga
Got riffles like I'm huntin n*ggas
Hand choppas and punk n*ggas
Well chumps ain't keep runnin your mouth
If you went another mile then you gon be in my trunk n*gga
Got a ill n*gga, just slum n*ggas
But all I do is just point fingers
Had the n*ggas fightin like Jerry Springer
Thin them f*ckin hoes my trigga bang
I know pimp n*ggas but no gang bangers
Same plane, different angle
With the tango we Gucci
So you like you want a gumbo
Got her waitin for ya and a funeral
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 tore p*ssy jet just like Jesse James
[Bridge]
[Hook]