False Alarm

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 fucking paramedics