Woedies in the Rari and we sipping Bacardi
But we all underage hear the sirens starting
Hide the bottles and the spinach
Like they gonna go and seek
Was it the smell or the aux bumping f*ck the police
God damn
Im scared fool
I thought we were carful
DUI and possession
This a dream?But no inception
Gotta find a turn, or confuse with a uwie
Prison ain't my thing less I share a cell with Gucci
Man these cops gettin closer, two in the car
One looks thin, and the other Paul Blart
Yelling at us all through their little intercom
Was a pro on the streets, but they making me a con
My homeboy driving, just gives up
We all like bruh, what the f*ck
He said chill, but they'll say freeze
Either way, I'm geting cold feet
Until I finally focused felt really pathetic
Cause it wasn't the fuzz, it was the f*cking paramedics
Kauzum - False Alarm Lyrics
Kauzum - False Alarm Lyrics
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Woedies in the Rari and we sipping Bacardi
But we all underage hear the sirens starting
Hide the bottles and the spinach
Like they gonna go and seek
Was it the smell or the aux bumping f*ck the police
God damn
Im scared fool
I thought we were carful
DUI and possession
This a dream?But no inception
Gotta find a turn, or confuse with a uwie
Prison ain't my thing less I share a cell with Gucci
Man these cops gettin closer, two in the car
One looks thin, and the other Paul Blart
Yelling at us all through their little intercom
Was a pro on the streets, but they making me a con
My homeboy driving, just gives up
We all like bruh, what the f*ck
He said chill, but they'll say freeze
Either way, I'm geting cold feet
Until I finally focused felt really pathetic
Cause it wasn't the fuzz, it was the f*cking paramedics
But we all underage hear the sirens starting
Hide the bottles and the spinach
Like they gonna go and seek
Was it the smell or the aux bumping f*ck the police
God damn
Im scared fool
I thought we were carful
DUI and possession
This a dream?But no inception
Gotta find a turn, or confuse with a uwie
Prison ain't my thing less I share a cell with Gucci
Man these cops gettin closer, two in the car
One looks thin, and the other Paul Blart
Yelling at us all through their little intercom
Was a pro on the streets, but they making me a con
My homeboy driving, just gives up
We all like bruh, what the f*ck
He said chill, but they'll say freeze
Either way, I'm geting cold feet
Until I finally focused felt really pathetic
Cause it wasn't the fuzz, it was the f*cking paramedics
Writer: Jamesmikel Abobo
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