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Clyde Carson

Slow Down

 

Slow Down


[Hook: x2]
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

[Verse 1: Clyde Carson]
(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

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Kaz Kyzah]
(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 motha fucka whip like a jet ski
Ride like Presley, pills like Graceland
They wanna shit me the readee 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 neva lied
I ain't had L's since Pac died
Riding 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 fronting push a button give a nigga that... gift

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Mayne Mannish]
I'm Jeff Gordon in his heyday
Riding like Tony Stewart smashing through a two-way
Doing bout a hundred kinda burning up the Lou-ie
Lou-ie, Louie 13th motha fucka yeah Louie
D.U.I. drivin black Henny on my lap
Pedal to the flo' with a 808 clap
Money motivated doing sprints when I'm chasing
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 killing ya, hope I'm not offending ya
See you at the finish line, leaving em
Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba
This is how we do it when I'm dipping on a corna
Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba
This is how we do it in Northern California

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