[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 bitches, 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 fuck with n***as, nah, I don't wanna hit your weed
N***as fake on the low n***a, n***as G's
And on the low, I be really counting G's
I don't fuck with n***as, n***as 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 we 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 wife her, she caught 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