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[Verse 1: ANoyd] Yeah, yeah, ay, yeah I'm in my own lane so I'm never in the wrong I grated it like shredded parmesan Whatchu want, when I hop up in the car and I vroom vroom gone, with the engine roarin' They feel the nitro when I put the button on I be hotter than a motherfucker like the oven on They call me in the hood when they check light on It's only right that I shine when there's somethin' wrong I proved it, I'm well out to say Move bitch, get out the way I'm Ludacris, I throw my humerus, and get a elbow to the face And I won't go buggin, oh so sudden P-pump it up like I know Joe Budden Tuck my gun in, po po runnin' In a go-kart like a hobo comin' I'm in a jet, you in a cab I'm Mufasa like Simba dad You wanna be down with the EightyHD Cause you wanna be a winner bad You want the success that I'm finna have And I'm in it fast, can't count all the mouths I have Like I slept with Stacy, I did the dash I'm a dark skin nigga don't forget the flash Take a pic [Chorus: Jitta On The Track] M-O-V-E out the way, did a hunnid on the dash board (Yellow with the green coat) Don't tread on me, S-T-A-Y out my way Go go go go go go faster, go fa-fa-fa-fa What you talking bout move, bitch get out the way In a V with the speed, I don't care what the GPS say (I don't care) Bitch make my day, gone make me smoke (me smoke) Put the rubber to the asphalt, G-O vroom vroom go! [Verse 2: Chris Webby] When Webb's in the booth, better get a thesaurus My engine got better performance If we bumpin' heads like a pachycephalosaurus I kill them like Kenny McCormick They never before us, shit we got the lead Bakin' a whipped macaroni and cheese Fly in a "V" like canadian geese And they don't want none with the EightyHD (gang) Can't keep up with my car rides View the road and I'm all eyes First person like Far Cry Never crash on those hard drives Got a full boost with that golden (golden) Mushroom that I'm holdin' When I put a star out, they be stalled out, y'all gon' think that the whole game frozen Bitch better blow that cartridge N64 metaphors, y'all just talkin' Ain't about shit, wack artists Just a bunch or Oscar the Grouch muhfuckers, y'all garbage Yeah they gon' slow the fuck, slow the fuck, slow the fuck down Hold 'em up, hold 'em up, hold 'em up, bow Swerve in the fast lane, take over the rap game (bang) Let me show 'em all how, ow [Chorus: Jitta On The Track] M-O-V-E out the way, did a hunnid on the dash board (Yellow with the green coat) Don't tread on me, S-T-A-Y out my way (Go-go-go-go-go) Go faster, go fa-fa-fa-fa What you talking bout move, bitch get out the way In a V with the speed, I don't care what the GPS say (I don't care) Bitch make my day, gone make me smoke (me smoke) Put the rubber to the asphalt, G-O vroom vroom go! Here we go!