Chris Webby - Slow Down lyrics

[Verse 1: ANoyd] Yeah, 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 electrocute carmen Electrocute, cute in the red suit We in route by it Where we at You can’t take train to be here Start you can chew to chew chew when the Chewbacca Still got the first rap that I wrote memorized And I know that combination in my school locker Wait, 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 H sh** or Shawn Michaels leg Yeah And it’s really no surprise 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 cornballs outta nowhere I been running through nothing Corns and the cobwebs You know I back it up every time that I talk sh** If rap had a page I would be the default pic Convention with a sword and I caught me a swordfish And when ANoyd here man it’s really important [Hook: Jitta On The Track] I was jaded now I’m swerving in my lane Gasolina by the liter in my tank So I, So I pa** the leader Mama Mia it’s my race, ya So I pump my breaks, ya So I pump my breaks, ya Slow the f** Slow the f** down Slow the f** Slow the f** down Slow the f** Slow the f** down Slow the f** Slow the f** down Hey yo (Select your player) [Verse 2: Chris Webby] 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’mma catch you slippin’ Got banana peels in my glove box Windows down and them subs knock My dude AG got the Midas touch My oil good and my tires tough Hit the boost bu*ton Now I’m fired up Y’all gone lose something if you try your luck I’m eco friendly in a Beamer, Bentley or 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 gettin’ over Run the competition in my po-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 [Hook: Jitta On The Track] I was jaded now I’m swerving in my lane Gasolina by the liter in my tank So I, So I pa** the leader Mama Mia it’s my race, ya So I pump my breaks, ya So I pump my breaks, ya Slow the f** Slow the f** down Slow the f** Slow the f** down Slow the f** Slow the f** down Slow the f** Slow the f** down