GO! (feat. ANoyd & Jitta On the Track)

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 **** don't forget the flash

Take a pic

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!

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

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!