[Verse]
5 blunts in the morning hit the store get sum woods
What's a pack, to a box, smokin less tham I should
That's unfair if yousa person facin ounces of good
I break it down like i break bitches smoke it all if I could
More ah dora you sorta lost, get a map and some boots imma just ignorya
I bore ya then I'll turn you down ta mute
I live my life for happiness I'll let you do what you chose
If you don't fuck with sappiness then hate yourself like like i do
PUSSY DIE, ROT, FRY, I DONT TRY DONT WATSE MY TIME
LABELS FIND ME I DONT MIND JUST TELL THEM FUCK OFF DECLINE
IM GETTING MONEY I DONT NEED NODBODY TOUCHIN on MINE
FUCK THE RAPPIN
THISWHAT I DO
WHAT I LOVE
ItS MY GRIND
You can't buy a style so why the fuck you shop liftin mine
I'll break you down with just my mind you lost out won't geta dime
Get a life and be man instead of strugglin tryin
I just smoke and laugh at y'all I see through all yalls fake smyyy linnn

[Hook]
AT MY SHOWS THEY GETTIN FUCKED UP THEY WHYLIN THEY KNOW ITS GIZMO IM STYLIN THAT PSYCHO KID FROM RHODEISLAND PERFORMIN ON PSILOCYBIN
LOCALS CANT COME INSIDE AND, IF YOU AINT SMOKIN BANG YA HEAD THERE AINT NOBODY NOT VIBIN
GIZ-MO-MOG-WAI AWALYS HIGH AS THE SKY, SMOKIN POPS-BLUNTS BIG AS POPS, HEAD AND IM FRIED
YOU KNOW IM NOT REGULAR IM
AN ALIEN INSIDE
DONT BE STUPID ILL SEVER HER PUT A PROBE IN YA MIND