[Ze da Rio Gangsta] Turn signal on, cruising thirty-five Never speed when I let the search engine drive Ca**o sitting with a beer, and we don't give no f** 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, Ca**o where them papers? They can't get us for sh**, 'cept deez open containers Them boys will get fried like some f**ing 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 [Ca**o da Trigga] I'm in my Google car, just getting drunk Ze in the pa**enger 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 sh** In the rearview mirror seeing p**y lips Cookies and cream we act affirmative like Tookie did Popping Blue Label 'cause we getting Google bucks Sugar mamis riding shotty, frugal s*uts Google us Picture Luftgangsters lewdly in the Google V Pulling on our shirts and shoes, pa**ing by a nude beach 'Cause we contrarian in our carryings on Right-hand escort jack me off and left-hand escort pa** 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