Slow Down - Clyde Carson, The Team

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…) Aye, I’m on the case getting 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

Aye, 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

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

Slow down, slow down

(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

Wetter than a mothafucka, whip like a jet ski

Ride like Presley, pills like Graceland

They wanna ship me to Rita 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 never lied

I ain’t had L’s since Pac died

Ridin' through the biters

Couple bundles talking '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 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’m Jeff Gordon in his heyday

Ridin' like Tony Stewart smashing through a two-way

Doing 'bout a hundred, kinda burnin' up the Louis

Louis, Louis 13th mothafucka, yeah, Louis

D.U.I.

drivin' black, Henny on my lap

Pedal to the floor, with a 808 clap

Money motivated, doing 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 rubber, bu-burn rubber

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

Burn rubber, bu-burn rubber

This is how we do it in Northern California

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