Jitta On The Track - GO! lyrics

[Verse 1: ANoyd] I'm in my own lane so I'm never in a room I grated it like shredded parmesan Whatchu want, I hop up in the car and I vroom vroom gone with the engine raw And they feelin' like Joe when I put the bu*ton on I be hotter than a motherfu*ker like the oven on They call me in a hood when they check light on It's only right that I shine when there's somethin' wrong I proved it, I'm well out the say Move b*tch, get out the way I'm Ludacris, I throw my humerus, and get a elbow to the face And I won't go buggin, oh so sudden P-pump it up like I know Joe Budden Tuck my gun in, po po runnin' In a go-kart like a hobo comin' I'm in a jet, you in a cab I'm Mufasa like Simba dad You wanna be down with the ADHD Cause you wanna be a winner bad You want the success that I'm finna have And I'm in it fast, can't count all the mouths I have Like I slept with Stacy, I did the dash I'm a dark skin ni**a don't forget the flash Take a pic [Chorus: ANoyd] M.O.V.E out the way, did 100 on the dash board (Yellow with the green coat) Don't try me, S.T.A.Y out my way Go go go go go go faster, go fa-fa-fa-fa What you talking bout move, b*tch get out the way In a V with the speed, I don't care what the GPS say (I don't care) b*tch make my day, gone make me smoke (me smoke) Put the rubber to the asphalt, G.O. vroom vroom go! [Verse 2: Chris Webby] When Webb's in the booth, better get a thesaurus My engine got better performance If we bumpin' heads like a pachycephalosaurus I kill them like Kenny McCormick They never before us, sh*t we got the lead Bakin' a whipped macaroni and cheese Fly in a "V" like canadian geese And they don't want none with the ADHD (gang) Can't keep up with my car rides View the road and I'm all ice First person like Far Cry Never crash on those hard drives Got a full boost with that golden (golden) Mushroom that I'm holdin' When I put a star out, they be stalled out, y'all gon' think that the whole game frozen b*tch better blow that cartridge N64 metaphors, y'all just talkin' Ain't about sh*t, wack artists Just a bunch or Oscar the Grouch muhfu*kers, y'all garbage Yeah they gon' slow the fu*k, slow the fu*k, slow the fu*k down Hold 'em up, hold 'em up, hold 'em up, boaw Swerve in the fast lane, take over the rap game (bang) Let me show 'em all how [Chorus: ANoyd] M.O.V.E out the way, did 100 on the dash board (Yellow with the green coat) Don't try me, S.T.A.Y out my way Go go go go go go faster, go fa-fa-fa-fa What you talking bout move, b*tch get out the way In a V with the speed, I don't care what the GPS say (I don't care) b*tch make my day, gone make me smoke (me smoke) Put the rubber to the asphalt, G.O. vroom vroom go!