Grape Ape lyrics

[Verse]
34 grams that's pus*y sh*t
I be rolling up with like 4 zips
I'm flexing out I'm in Cali now
Still f*ck you don't come around me now
I'm off of the sh*ts and I'm still turning up
I Just rolled up some woods and I'm 'bout to burn up
Shut the f*ck 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*t
People they hating but they still feeling my sh*t
They coping my flows and they stealing my sh*t
But they cannot keep up i’s for real in this sh*t
You make the sh*t they play at the clubs
I make the sh*t 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 pus*y ass b*tches
All of these haters and all of these lames
Gizmo don’t care about none of that
Give a damn f*ck 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*ck 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*ck happened
It's a matter of time before you change up your mind and start f*cking with me