[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