[Verse 1]
34 grams that's p**y sh**
I be rolling up with like 4 zips
I'm flexing out I'm in cali now
Still f** you don't come around me now
I'm off of the sh**s and I'm still turning up
I Just rolled up some woods and I'm bout to burn up
Shut the f** 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 sh**
People they hating but they still feeling my sh**
They coping my flows and they stealing my sh**
But they cannot keep up i'm for real in this sh**
You make the sh** they play at the clubs
I make the sh** that gon blow out ya subs
I live In the woods with a couple of scrubs
And we still lookin hotter than all of these thugs
All of these p**y a** b**hes
All of these haters and all of these lames
Gizmo [?]
Give a damn f** 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 f** 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 f** happened it's a matter of time before you change up your mind and start f**ing with me