Slow Down

I tell em

Slow down, you know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me

Slow down, slow down

(I tell 'em)

Ay, I'm on the case gettin' sideways

Dolla fo' five on the highway

You know a nigga state to state

On a dolo mission I got a date with the cake

Wide awoke, 3 A.M

Prolly touch down when the sun come in

Ay, when them guards hit the gate I be tired as fuck after that 8-hour race

I come from the land where we swing our cars

Figure 8 Benz concrete leave marks

Call it paid, super-charged

Back to back race the Benz with the four door Porsche

I'm tearin' up tires in this luxury

Hella smoke says she wanna fuck with me

Money on my mind ain't nothin' for free

Tryna keep up with me but it's nothin' to me

(I tell 'em)

Slow down, you know you can't catch me

Hype without fugitive, Snipes Wesley

Fuzz get on me tried to test me arrest me

Wet than a motha fucka whip like a jet ski

Ride like Presley, pills like Graceland

They wanna shit me the readee and off to reception

Nah, ain't tryna see the state pen

I'm Black Scaled out in my Ray-Bans

Diamond-certified, I ain't neva lied

I ain't had L's since Pac died

Ridin' through the biters, couple bundles talkin' bout sliders

Run from the labors, mind's still swift

FedEx movement all on the bitch

Audi with the stash box, Cazzy too swift

No frontin' push a button give a nigga that... gift

I'm Jeff Gordon in his heyday

Ridin' like Tony Stewart smashin' through a two-way

Doin' bout a hundred kinda burnin' up the Lou-ie

Lou-ie, Louie 13th motha fucka yeah Louie

D.U.I. drivin black Henny on my lap

Pedal to the flo' with a 808 clap

Money motivated doin' sprints when I'm chasin'

And it gotta be a hemi I don't normally do the basic

Six-cylinder, r-really bruh? Slow it down, keep up

And I'm killin' ya, hope I'm not offendin' ya

See you at the finish line, leavin' em

Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba

This is how we do it when I'm dippin' on a corna

Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba

This is how we do it in Northern California