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
 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
 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
 I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
 Slow down, you know you can't catch me
 Slow down, you know you can't catch 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 motherfucker, 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 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
 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
 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 smashin' through a two-way
 Doin' 'bout a hundred, kinda burnin' up the Lou-ie
 (Lou-ie) Louie 13th motherfucker, 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, 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 corner
 Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba
 This is how we do it in Northern California
 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
 I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me
 Slow down
 (You know you can't catch me)
 Slow down
 You know you can't catch me
 I tell 'em