Check me on the serial or catch me on the dank
Find me all relaxed as I stroll off the plank
I can Go for a swim but first I do a triple flip
More Money to be made off of some sick shit
I'm a hippy with a plan
Hippy and the man
Hippy with a plan
Hippy and the man
Get active
Boy tonight we chilling as my boy pass me the chillum
Right now we talking deep but later we'll be children
Can't tell what's more broken, the bowl or this theme
Or the goods I broke down with my motherfucking team
Puffing OG, girl scouts, and little bit of lemon
Cloudy like blue dream but all I see is heaven
It's the Child of the Tree, The Indigo Hippy
The master blaster and the permanent trippy
Take a little sip of the smoke and the sniffy
A hit of the dank as I ready up the spliffy
Sit back, relax, hang around, we chilling
Nothing on tonight but acting like children
I'm a hippy with a plan
Hippy and the man
Hippy with a plan
Hippy and the man
Get active
The mind's getting broken like humpty dumpty
Tape it all together and pick up a little money
Who knows maybe I'll score me some honeys
Or a brand new bottle of the best P's
Starting to live lively, Puffing on the best tree
So high I can't see, Probably be a nazi
Mac said it before me, but I heil my friends daily
Swastikas and stars as I gas bitches lately
Cooking like the dutch as I'm silent but deadly
Assassin to the game with the bass super heavy
It's a trophy catch, with a little flip flop
Gonna roast it later, no time left to clock
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