[Verse]
34 grams that's pussy shit
I be rolling up with like 4 zips
I'm flexing out I'm in Cali now
Still fuck you don't come around me now
I'm off of the shits and I'm still turning up
I Just rolled up some woods and I'm 'bout to burn up
Shut the fuck up I don't believe in luck
I'm working the roaches got some weed in my blunt
Just got outta run and I'm feeling this shit
People they hating but they still feeling my shit
They coping my flows and they stealing my shit
But they cannot keep up i’s for real in this shit
You make the shit they play at the clubs
I make the shit that gon' blow out ya subs
I live in the woods with a couple of scrubs
And we still looking hotter than all of these thugs
All of these pussy ass bitches
All of these haters and all of these lames
Gizmo don’t care about none of that
Give a damn fuck about fame
Rolling up blunts to the face
I be smoking my woods while I'm out in the rain
I'm in my element get the fuck out
I need piece
Ima give you a piece of my brain
Show me respect you ain't nothing to me
Give me your time become something to me
What the fuck happened
It's a matter of time before you change up your mind and start fucking with me