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[Ze da Rio Gangsta]
Turn signal on, cruising thirty-five
Never speed when I let the search engine drive
Casso sitting with a beer, and we don’t give no fuck
Never change gears cause the whip so clutch
No need for directions or bad traffic
Didn’t save the manual cause this automatic
Believe us, they prius be zero emissions
Except for the blunt but that’s another dimension
Reached the destination when the car logged out
Police are suspicious cause it’s all fogged out
Lights on, I think they flicking us, Casso where them papers?
They can’t get us for shit, 'cept deez open containers
Them boys will get fried like some fucking pork skins
We drinking but ain’t drivin, see the keys ain’t in
I smell trees in the trunk, do you mind poppin 'er?
Officer that tre you smell is a conifer
I got a Google car no DUI, I just drink, and let Google drive
Driving me to drinking, Google driving me to drinking
Driving me to drinking, Google driving me to drinking
[Casso da Trigga]
I’m in my Google car, just getting drunk
Ze in the passenger rolling the next blunt
Google Maps on the dash, but I don’t look at it
Posse in the backseat, shook up with that mushy shit
In the rearview mirror seeing pussy lips
Cookies and cream we act affirmative like Tookie did
Popping Blue Label cause we getting Google bucks
Sugar mamis riding shotty, frugal sluts Google us
Picture Luftgangsters lewdly in the Google V
Pulling on our shirts and shoes, passing by a nude beach
Cause we contrarian in our carryings on
Right-hand escort jack me off and left-hand escort pass that bong
Trigga fingers busy, folding origami
Parley with the Far East but I never been a commie
No Karatani Kojin, no car windows broken
Search results raw, Google horse, no Trojan
Chorus
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