[Lil Wayne]
Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes
Bust your fucking grape nigga, turn your shit to red wine

Dont fuck up my high nigga, I´m too gone, bye nigga
She get dick, weed and ignored, thats a D.W.I nigga
My skin crawlin´, my walls talkin´, the pictures in here lookin´ at me
The ground movin´, I´m seeing shit, I´m blowing like I´m stuck in traffic
I´m smoking on that strong, got me coughing like im getting buried
I´ve been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary
I´m stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around Saturn
Eyes rolling back and keep blinking like hazards
I said king me, king me with my mushroom crown on
I graduated to better drugs, my cap and gown on
Don´t knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choice

I´m high as the scoreboard, bitch look up at my points
I´m trippin´ out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded
I woke up and got high again, O.K, I´m reloaded

Weed, pills and that drank
Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit

[Lil Wayne]
Shoutout to my weed man, shoutout to my lean man
Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something, I´m a gasoline can
I´m high nigga dont blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it
I dont know if I´m coming or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan

And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch home and fuck like rabbits
Styrofoam cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes
My tounges numb, I can´t talk, no balance, my spine hurts
My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I´m diverse
Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails Keep lighting an L, I´m a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies, I´m straight but seeing crooked
I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and fall in some pussy
Tunechi

Weed, pills and that drank
Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit

[Juicy J]
Musty herb in a zip lock
Twisted up top notch
Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat
Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke
This that cali kush, I motivate not gloat
All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke
Tryna´ get some becky in the backseat of the ghost
Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag
Wake up every morning and I take a drag
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh
In your baby mama ear and I´m gona´ smash

They call me the trippy king, dont try me nigga
Juicy J with the Taylors, chinese eyes nigga

Weed, pills and that drank
Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit