Lyrics Cali Weed - Ballout

Cali Weed

I’m smoking Cali weed off a bean
Robin jeans, about 300 in my jeans
Riding Ferrari pulling down the street
All i see is yellow bitches, palm tress
Flexing' on everybody I see
I think I’m addicted to that cali weed
Love smoking nothing but that OG
I don’t fuck with nigga’s I don’t wanna hit your weed
Nigga’s fake on the low nigga, niggas G’s
On the low I be really counting G’s
I don’t fuck with nigga’s, Niggas frenemies
Smoking dope getting head from Kimberly
I’m really outta Cali moving P’s
Got a couple of mansions in the fucking hills
Ballout be rolling off them pills
Smoking dope, and I sell that shit for real
Riding real foreigns with the pipe man
If you see an opp bitch we striking
Fucking two bad bitches I ain’t got no wife man
Glo always down shoes with the spikes man
Diamonds moonwalking bitches call me Mike man
The bitch mad I don’t wanna wife her she called Ballout trifling
Bitch I’m Glo’d all the way up i don’t want no wife man
Mansions, million dollar whips, what I live my life in