[Intro]
Ballout, rookie of the year
Ballout why they always ask you to roll up man
Glory Gang, cause I be higher
Front Street, G.B.E
[Hook]
I be higher when I smoke so much dope
I be high, they be like Ballout where you get yo clothes, cause you be flyer
They like, "Ballout, is you going to the party?"
Bitch I'm on the flyer at the party, like where you go
On the jet flyin' higher
[Verse 1]
They be like, "Ballout, why they always ask you to roll up?" cause I be higher
Ridin' round in my drop-top Rari and my drop-top Spyder
24 on my 24 rims, them niggas be lyin'
Bitch dirty, textin' my phone, talkin' 'bout she need a ride over a bitch
Guess what ho, I can't be yo rider
Ion't ride, bitch I'm on the block coppin' some fiber
I be so high off that damn dope, I won't even write her
She like, "Ballout, keep goin hard, you spittin' fire."
Got a bad little bitch but she rock for Myer
She like, "Yeah, I know I be high but you be higher."
I got a choice up out this club
Lets meet this thug that gang bang for gang in this bitch and we chain swang
She love me, this bitch lookin' at me, I got on L-Vs
Tryna get high as me, I'm in the club smokin' on them palm trees
Them Cali trees, you know Ballout smokin' all that Cali weed
Get high with me, bitch wanna smoke a whole pound with me
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Hop out the jet straight to the club, I'm the liner
There's a opp outside the club, I'm the liner
The whole 30 about to pull up ?
Real boss shit, he'll take a trip to China
I just left UK, I just left Paris
Me and Chief So, we was countin' dead presidents
Not American but European presidents
Countin' money, gettin high is my specialty
Foreign bitch tried to book mesaid her name was Alexis
Gotta rolex for them bitches rolexes
Pulled up on the bitch M-6 flexin'
High as hell steady count all these damn blessin'
Pray everyday too cause I be gettin' blessings
Countin plenty bands and givin' these bitches blessings
I ain't no pimp but I'll teach a bitch a lesson
Teach a bitch something, probably just roll me up a blunt
[Hook]