Ballout - Cali Weed lyrics

rate me

I'm smoking Cali weed off a bean

Robert Jeans, bout 300 in my jeans

Run a Ferrari pullin' up the street

All I see, yella bitches, palm trees

Fleshin' on errbody I see

I think I'm addicted to that cali weed

Luv switftin', I'm about that OG

I don't fuck niggas, nah, I don't wanna hit yo weed

Niggas fake on the low niggas G

I'm on the low, I mean really count G

I don't fuck with niggas, niggas frienemies

Smokin' dope good here from Carolee

I'm movin' out in Cali, movin' peas

Got a couple mountains and a fuckin' U

Bought a B-realer on some pills

Smokin' dope and I sell that shit fo' real

Ride real foreign with the piping

If you see an opp bitch you strikin'

Fuckin' 2 bad bitches, I ain't got no wife, man

Low always down, sugar with the spice, man

Diamonds moon walkin', bitches call me Mike Man

Bitch, met won't wife her, she cabala trifflin'

Bitch, I'm grown all way up, want no wife, man

Mansions, big ole' whips, wanna live my life, hen