Barcellini heated hot as hell,
hella hollow tips, hitting nigga hollow when he fell
Keepin' it bossy, motherfucker
Diamonds and gold, that's to a stutter
cause my wrist gets frozen
Slumpin' in the gutter, golden state
Motherfuckers that don't be
It's the game, but it's not a game
Bitch niggas get slain, slingin' things
Hell naw, this nigga for real, y 'all
Spice, spit hot slugs on a platter
Serve him off, this nigga wet strap
Shoulda strapped yourself
Bust his ass with his Glock
better choke a motherfucker to death
With a platinum chain, Mr. Parcellini
Born to die, die ballin',
keep some motherfuckin' heatin'
Motherfuckers wanna talk that,
Wan na be a G, but they scared
Gotta be ready to pop that,
When it's funk, I got no fear
Motherfuckers wanna talk that,
Wan na be a G, but they scared
Gotta be ready to pop that,
I know you ain't talkin' to me,
You wanna be a G, motherfucker
Keep talkin' and you gon' see,
You already know what it's gon' be,
I'ma let the llama squeeze
Then take your kids to Bahama Breeze
An d fuck your bitch in a
I'm bout that life and all the shit,
I get money so haters wanna mug funny
So many carrots in the chain
I got a thousand dollar watch on me
The federal government gotta watch on me
and I'll squirt those thangs
Motherfuckers wanna talk that
Wanna be a G but they scared
Gotta be ready to pop that
When it's funk I got no fear
Motherfuckers wanna talk that,
Wan na be a G, but they scared
Gotta be ready to pop that,