Get My Pistol (feat. Dr. Phill)

[ This ain't hip hop

This Guwop 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

Imma go and get my pistol

Get my muthafuckin pistol 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 gril

30 inch rims yea them my wheels

And these suckas kinda thick boy these things ain't real 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 If I ever go broke again