Slow Down (Remix)

[Clyde Carson:]
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 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
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 tearing up tires in this luxury
Hella smoke says she wanna fuck with me
Money on my mind ain't nothing for free
Tryna keep up with me but it's nothing 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, slow down

[Problem:]
What!
I'm on the gas going loco
Think you fly, shit I'm flyer like a promo
Used to throw bomb call me romo
The whip coming me with the horses like polo
Giddy up
Compton my city up
Big balling on your team we like 50 up (yeah)
Tell your coach call time out
Thought your shit was on point
Till I bought mines out (yeah)
Vvvvrom on a nigga
Tryna play me dirty pull the broom on a nigga
Street sweepers squad banging like 6 speakers
Pull a bitch here's 3 pairs like 6 sneakers
Niggas smashing like crunch time
Jersey niggas getting lost in my punch line (where you at)
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah shit funny though
Don't know what come faster my bitches or money (what!)

[Clyde Carson:]
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

[Iamsu:]
Suzy baby
Ciroc got me woozy baby
Beat this fucking beat up till I hear something excruciating
Model bitches choose me lately
I'm be passing on em in the whip, I'm going like 180
I be smashing on em (hey, slow down)
They love my style
They scream for my team, mayne they all go wild
Coming straight out of the bay, where it all goes down
Mayne that sucker shit is dead fuck all those clowns
I'm with Carson and caz and a truck full of broads and some cash
Tell em slow down like they trynna be last
It's all on a bitch they think I'm trynna be last
Young G, I'm counting money in class
I'm addicted to something
Need a whip with some buttons
To start my engine
Don't play like we in detention or something
Every verse is retarded
My brain is missing or something
And all I know is the money
I'm on a mission or something AYE!

[Clyde Carson:]
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