Gucci Mane - Get My Pistol lyrics

[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 muthaf**in pistol [Verse 1:] [Gucci Mane] I make a n***a call 911 It be a muthaf**in 211 Don't make it turn to a 187 I gotta muf**in 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 b**h 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 s**as kinda thick boy these things ain't real [Chorus] [Verse 2:] [Dr. Phill] Italian leather on my back Same sh** hanging off of my a** 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 sh** Pulled up in that black Ghost and I jumped out and [?] Quarter Mill on ice n***a my neck, ears and my wrist lit It was time dawg when I was f**ed up nobody wouldn't give a n***a sh** So pulled up in that foreign thang n***as already know not to ask for sh** You can look at them and tell they havin problems You can look at me and tell I'm havin paper b**h Im from the westside where we take money and pull paper When it's bout that check n***a we mad [?] and turn to home invaders Desert eagle go across ya head have ya sh** drippin like activator Desert eagle go across ya head have ya sh** drippin like activator [Chorus] [Outro:] If I ever go broke again