Artist: Chris Webby f/ Anoyd, Jitta on the Track Album: Wednesday (Mixtape) Song: Slow Down Typed by: AZ Lyrics [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