Slow Down (feat. ANoyd & Jitta On the Track)

Yeah, you can name anybody I can make a fool outta

'Cause I'm off E now, Absolut vodka

When your girl in the car, man, and she getting electrocute carmen

Electrocute, cute in a red suit

We en route by the

Where we at, 'cause you can't train to be here, star

You can chew the choo-choo

And a Chewbacca still got the first rap that I wrote memorized

And I know the combination in my school locker

Wait, yeah, that's high school days

I really, really wish I could recycle days

The generation either it could go two ways

The Triple H's shit or Shawn Micheal's leg

Yeah

And there's really no surprise y'all upset me before

And I slept on the floor, so I speak for the broke

Like the Wi-Fi bad, I connect to the port, yeah

Givin' thanks everyday that I'm not dead

You can't evaluate a word that was not said

Bumpin' in the cornballs outta nowhere

I been runnin' through nothin' but corns on the cobweb

Know I back it up every time that I talk shit

If rap had a page, I would be the default pic

Been fishin' with a sword and I caught me a swordfish

And when ANoyd here, man, it's really important

I was jaded, now I'm swervin' in my lane

Gasolina by the liter in my tank

So I, so I pass the leader, mama mia, that's my race, yeah

So I pump my brakes, yeah

So I pump my brakes, yeah

Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down

Yeah

Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down

Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down

Yeah

Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down

Hey, yeah

Select your player

V-12 in that framework

While I blaze purp, I'ma claim turf

See, I'm in the lead, no catchin' me

Y'all slow as Little 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

So my oil good and my tires tough

Hit the boost button, now I'm fired up

You're gon' lose somethin' if you try your luck

I am eco friendly in a Beamer, Bentley, or a Benz

Puttin' that dro in the wind

Trick daddy in a sick Caddy 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 take it slower

Ain't no bakin' soda, I'm that raw coke

No cuts in 'em, this is all dope

Don't listen to none of them laws, no

I hit the road like Grand Theft Auto

I was jaded, now I'm swervin' in my lane

Gasolina by the liter in my tank

So I, so I pass the leader, mama mia, that's my race, yeah

So I pump my brakes, yeah

So I pump my brakes, yeah

Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down

Yeah

Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down

Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down

Yeah

Slow the fuck, slow the fuck down

Hey yeah