| I tell em
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| Slow down, you know you can’t catch me
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| I move too fast on the gas, don’t chase me
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| Slow down, slow down
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| (I tell 'em)
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| Ay, I’m on the case gettin' sideways
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| Dolla fo' five on the highway
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| You know a nigga state to state
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| On a dolo mission I got a date with the cake
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| Wide awoke, 3 A. M
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| Prolly touch down when the sun come in
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| Ay, when them guards hit the gate I be tired as fuck after that 8-hour race
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| I come from the land where we swing our cars
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| Figure 8 Benz concrete leave marks
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| Call it paid, super-charged
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| Back to back race the Benz with the four door Porsche
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| I’m tearin' up tires in this luxury
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| Hella smoke says she wanna fuck with me
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| Money on my mind ain’t nothin' for free
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| Tryna keep up with me but it’s nothin' to me
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| (I tell 'em)
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| Slow down, you know you can’t catch me
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| Hype without fugitive, Snipes Wesley
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| Fuzz get on me tried to test me arrest me
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| Wet than a motha fucka whip like a jet ski
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| Ride like Presley, pills like Graceland
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| They wanna shit me the readee and off to reception
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| Nah, ain’t tryna see the state pen
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| I’m Black Scaled out in my Ray-Bans
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| Diamond-certified, I ain’t neva lied
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| I ain’t had L’s since Pac died
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| Ridin' through the biters, couple bundles talkin' bout sliders
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| Run from the labors, mind’s still swift
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| FedEx movement all on the bitch
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| Audi with the stash box, Cazzy too swift
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| No frontin' push a button give a nigga that… gift
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| I’m Jeff Gordon in his heyday
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| Ridin' like Tony Stewart smashin' through a two-way
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| Doin' bout a hundred kinda burnin' up the Lou-ie
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| Lou-ie, Louie 13th motha fucka yeah Louie
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| D.U.I. |
| drivin black Henny on my lap
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| Pedal to the flo' with a 808 clap
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| Money motivated doin' sprints when I’m chasin'
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| And it gotta be a hemi I don’t normally do the basic
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| Six-cylinder, r-really bruh? |
| Slow it down, keep up
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| And I’m killin' ya, hope I’m not offendin' ya
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| See you at the finish line, leavin' em
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| Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba
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| This is how we do it when I’m dippin' on a corna
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| Burn rubba, bu-burn rubba
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| This is how we do it in Northern California |