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