text: 34 grams thats pussy shit
  I be rolling up with like 4 zips
  Im flexing out Im in Cali now
  Still fuck you dont come around me now
  Im off of the shits and Im still turning up
  I Just rolled up some woods and Im bout to burn up
  Shut the fuck up I dont believe in luck
  Im working the roaches got some weed in my blunt
  Just got outta run and Im 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 Im out in the rain
  Im in my element get the fuck out
  I need piece
  Ima give you a piece of my brain
  Show me respect you aint nothing to me
  Give me your time become something to me
  What the fuck happened
  Its a matter of time before you change up your mind and start fucking with me