da liqua botlles i sip to the last drip
step full throtle wit hollow tips in da clip
peelin out at da top doin a buck 50
cuz the cops got glocks and they wanna get me
so gently i open da car door
stand behind it and blast 4
now the cops is no more
so i vanish from da state before its to late
hop on da next flight with no time to hesitate
but wait just to think it was a dream
its seem so real gotta stay of da green