Slow Down

I tell 'em Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me Slow down, slow down I tell 'em Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me Slow down, slow down (I tell 'em) Ay, I'm on the case gettin' sideways Dolla fo' five on the highway You know a nigga state to state On a dolo mission I got a date with the cake Wide awoke, 3 a.m Prolly touch down when the sun come in Ay, when them guards hit the gate I be tired as fuck after that 8-hour race I come from the land where we swing our cars Figure 8 Benz, concrete leave marks Call it paid, super-charged Back to back race the Benz with the four-door Porsche I'm tearin' up tires in this luxury Hella smoke says she wanna fuck with me Money on my mind, ain't nothin' for free Tryna keep up with me but it's nothin' to me I tell 'em Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me Slow down, slow down I tell 'em Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me Slow down, you know you can't catch me Slow down, you know you can't catch me (I tell 'em) Slow down, you know you can't catch me Hype without fugitive, Snipes Wesley Fuzz get on me, tried to test me, arrest me Wet than a motherfucker, whip like a jet ski Ride like Presley, pills like Graceland They wanna ship me to Rita and off to reception Nah, ain't tryna see the state pen I'm Black Scaled out in my Ray-Bans Diamond-certified, I ain't never lied I ain't had L's since Pac died Ridin' through the biters, couple bundles talkin' 'bout sliders Run from the labors, mind's still swift FedEx movement all on the bitch Audi with the stash box, Cazzy too swift No frontin', push a button, give a nigga that Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me Slow down, slow down I tell 'em Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me Slow down, slow down I'm Jeff Gordon in his heyday Ridin' like Tony Stewart smashin' through a two-way Doin' 'bout a hundred, kinda burnin' up the Lou-ie (Lou-ie) Louie 13th motherfucker, yeah Louie D.U.I. drivin' black, Henny on my lap Pedal to the flo' with a 808 clap Money motivated, doin' sprints when I'm chasin' And it gotta be a hemi I don't normally do the basic Six-cylinder, really bruh? Slow it down, keep up And I'm killin' ya, hope I'm not offendin' ya See you at the finish line, leavin' 'em Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba This is how we do it when I'm dippin' on a corner Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba This is how we do it in Northern California Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me Slow down, slow down I tell 'em Slow down, you know you can't catch me I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me Slow down (You know you can't catch me) Slow down You know you can't catch me I tell 'em