Chris Webby - Slow Down 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