Slow Down

[Verse 1: ANoyd] Yeah, you can name anybody, I can make a fool out of 'Cause I'm off E now, Absolute Vodka And ya girl in the car man And she getting electrocute carmen Electrocute, cute in the red suit We in route by it Where we at You can't take train to be here Start you can chew to chew chew when the Chewbacca Still got the first rap that I wrote memorized And I know that combination in my school locker Wait, yeah, that's high school days The I really really wish I could recycle days The generation either it could go two ways The Triple H shit or Shawn Michaels' leg Yeah, and it's really no surprise, ya'll upset me before I got slept on the floor, so I speak for the broke Like the Wi-fi bad, I connect to the port Yeah, giving thanks everyday that I'm not dead You can't evaluate a word that was not said Bumping in the cornballs outta nowhere I been running through nothing Corns and the cobwebs You know I back it up every time that I talk shit If rap had a page, I would be the default pic Convention with a sword and I caught me a swordfish And when ANoyd here, man, it's really important [Chorus: Jitta On The Track] I was jaded now I'm swerving in my lane Gasolina by the liter in my tank So I, so I pass the leader, Mama Mia, it's my race, ya So I pump my breaks, ya, so I pump my breaks, ya Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down Hey yo (Select your player) [Verse 2: Chris Webby] V-12 in that framework While I blaze purp, I'ma claim turf See I'm in the lead, no catching me Y'all slow as Lil Yachty's brain works With a blue shell you got one shot If you mess with Christian, I'ma catch you slippin' Got banana peels in my glove box Windows down and them subs knock My dude AG got the Midas touch My oil good and my tires tough Hit the boost button, now I'm fired up Y'all gone lose something if you try your luck I'm eco friendly in a Beamer, Bentley or a Benz Puttin' that dro in the wind Trick Daddy in a sick Cadi' on rims Don't make me do it again Show 'em daily like I'm Trevor Noah I just rev the motor, then I'm gettin' over Run the competition in my pole position Ain't no hopes of winnin', so just taker it slower Ain't no baking soda, I'm that raw coke No cuts in 'em, this is all dope Don't listen to none of them laws, no Hit the road like Grand Theft Auto [Chorus: Jitta On The Track] I was jaded now I'm swerving in my lane Gasolina by the liter in my tank So I, so I pass the leader, Mama Mia, it's my race, ya So I pump my breaks, ya, so I pump my breaks, ya Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down