The Team - Slow Down lyrics

[Hook] 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…) Aye, I'm on the case getting sideways Dolla fo' five on the highway You know a n***a 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 f** 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 f** with me Money on my mind, ain't nothin' for free Tryna keep up with me, but it's nothin' to me [Hook] 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 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 Wetter than a mothaf**a, 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 b**h Audi with the stash box, Cazzy too swift No frontin', push a bu*ton, give a n***a that gift [Hook] 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 3: Mayne Mannish] 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 mothaf**a, 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 k**in' 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 [Hook] 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