Cali Weed lyrics

[Intro]
I'm smoking Cali weed off a bean
G-L-O, Glo Gang, 064
You know how we rockin'

[Verse]
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 b*tches, palm tress
Flexin' on everybody I see
I think I'm addicted to that Cali weed
Love smoking nothin' but that OG
I don't f*ck with n*ggas, nah, I don't wanna hit your weed
n*ggas fake on the low n*gga, n*ggas G's
And on the low, I be really counting G's
I don't f*ck with n*ggas, n*ggas frenemies
Smoking dope getting head from Kimberly
I'm really outta Cali moving P's
Got a couple of mansions in the f*cking hills
Ballout be rolling off them pills
Smoking dope, and I sell that sh*t for real
Riding real foreigns with the pipe, man
If we see an opp, b*tch, we striking
f*cking two bad b*tches, I ain't got no wife, man
Glo always down shoes with the spikes, man
Diamonds moonwalking, b*tches call me Mike man
The b*tch mad I don't wife her, she caught Ballout trifling
b*tch, 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