Slow Down lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Anoyd & Jitta On the Track)

[ANoyd:]

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 [?]

Let the truth to in the red suit

We in route by it

Where we at

You can't trade with me here [?]

Start chew chew chew when the Chewbacca

Still got the first rap that I wrote memorized

And I know that combination in my school locker

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 A should have showed Michael's days

And it's really not surprising

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 [?]

And I was running through nothing

Corns and the cobwebs

You know I back it up every time that I talk shit

If rap hadn't paid I would be in default

Conventional with a sword and I caught me a swordfish

And when ANoyd here man it's really a [?]

[Jitta On The Track:]

I was jaded now I'm swerving in my lane

Gasoline by the liter in my tank

So I, So I pass the leader

Mama Mia it's my race

So I pump my breaks

So I pump my breaks

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

[Chris Webby:]

Hey yo

V-12 in that framework

While I blaze purp

Imma 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'm a catch you slippin'

Got banana peels in my glove box

Windows down and them subs knock

My dude AG got the Midus touch

My oil good and my tires tough

Hit the boost button

Now I'm fired up

I'm gon do something if you try your luck

I'm eco friendly in a Beamer Bentley

You're a Benz

Putting 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 getting over

Run the competition in my position

Ain't no hopes of winning

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

[Jitta On The Track:]

I was jaded now I'm swerving in my lane

Gasoline by the liter in my tank

So I, So I pass the leader

Mama Mia it's my race

So I pump my breaks

So I pump my breaks

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