Get My Pistol

[Intro:] This ain't hip hop This Guwop [Chorus:] If I ever go broke again If I ever go broke again Imma I’m a go get my muthafukin pistol (haha) If I ever go broke again [x2] Imma go and get my pistol Get my muthafuckin pistol [Verse 1:] [Gucci Mane] I make a nigga call 911 It be a muthafuckin 211 Don’t make it turn to a 187 I gotta mufuckin three five seven I’m from thirty-two thirty-four {?} I was twelve with a three eight special I got fifty grand on me im special Hood millionaire bitch I’m successful I was born in 1982 February I’m shootin guns like the first of the year I got them bottles on fire like the fourth of july And on the first imma pay me some bills And when her check come she buyin some pills Twenty 24 karat gold in my grill 30 inch rims yea them my wheels And these suckas kinda thick boy these things ain’t real [Chorus] [Verse 2:] [Dr. Phill] Italian leather on my back Same shit hanging off of my ass Christian Loub cost 2k So that’s 5 thousand for the whole fit Keep them shooters round with them ?? and them red beams and they don’t miss shit Pulled up in that black Ghost and I jumped out and [?] Quarter Mill on ice nigga my neck, ears and my wrist lit It was time dawg when I was fucked up nobody wouldn’t give a nigga shit So pulled up in that foreign thang niggas already know not to ask for shit You can look at them and tell they havin problems You can look at me and tell I’m havin paper Bitch Im from the westside where we take money and pull paper When it’s bout that check nigga we mad [?] and turn to home invaders Desert eagle go across ya head have ya shit drippin like activator Desert eagle go across ya head have ya shit drippin like activator [Chorus] [Outro:] If I ever go broke again