[Intro]
Trippy vibes, mane. Ain't nothing wrong with smoking a little weed, ain't nothing wrong with that sh**, mane. Listen to that music, n***a. That's some trippy vibes right there, bro. Get high, man
[Chorus]
I got bars of the xannies
I got jars like candy
I keep a pack like I'm Manny
And I know sh** so don't stand me
Plug, thug
Blocks, floods
Dope, bud
Coke, mud
I got bars of the xannies
I got jars like candy
I keep a pack like I'm Manny
And I know sh** so don't stand me
Plug, thug
Blocks, floods
Dope, bud
Coke, mud
{Verse 1]
I got bars like Rikers Island
Where I'm from, them n***as wiling
I got bread, that dough be piling
I get high, I need a pilot
Know the plug like an extension
I know sh** that I can't mention
I make money like an invention
And I'm free like O.J. Simpson
You need that sh**, I got plenty
My chopper booming like penny
I need it all and [?]
My [?] fat, never skinny
Been knew that I had it in me
I took the heart away, penny
Couple codeine, that sh** finna hit me
Lean, lean, promethazine
Pineapple
Crush, a Cream Soda
Don't shake it up
I'm stuck, I can't get up
Dope fiend, dreams in my cup
Ambulance, so g roll up
Looking for me, I'm high, look up
No such thing as too much
[Chorus]
I got bars of the xannies
I got jars like candy
I keep a pack like I'm Manny
And I know sh** so don't stand me
Plug, thug
Blocks, floods
Dope, bud
Coke, mud
I got bars of the xannies
I got jars like candy
I keep a pack like I'm Manny
And I know sh** so don't stand me
Plug, thug
Blocks, floods
Dope, bud
Coke, mud