[Chorus: 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

[Verse 1: Clyde Carson]

Ayy, 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

Ayy, when them guards hit the gate

I be tired as fuck after that eight-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

[Chorus: Clyde Carson, Kaz Kyzah, both]

I tell 'em, "Slow down" (Yeah)

You know you can't catch me

I move too fast on the gas, don't chase me (Uh!)

Slow down (Young Money), 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 (Yeah, yeah)

Slow down (You know you can't catch me), slow down (You know you can't catch me; Ayy)

I tell 'em

[Verse 2: Kaz Kyzah]

Slow down (Slow down), you know you can't catch me

Hype without fugitive; Snipes Wesley (Wes)

Fuzz get on me, tried to test me, arrest me (Uh)

Wetter than a mothafucka, whip like a jet ski (Lame)

Ride like Presley (Yeah), pills like Graceland

They wanna ship me to Rita and off to reception (Aw)

Nah, ain't tryna see the state pen (Nah!)

I'm Black Scaled out in my Ray-Bans (Yeah)

Diamond-certified, I ain't never lied (Never lied)

I ain't had L's since Pac died (Yeah)

Ridin' through dividers ('Viders)

Couple bundles talking 'bout sliders (Sliders)

Run from the labors, mind's still swift (Swift)

FedEx movement all on the bitch (All on the bitch)

Audi with the stash box, Cazzy too swift (Yeah)

No frontin', push a button, give a nigga that gift

[Chorus: Clyde Carson, Mayne Mannish]

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 (Lemme outta here, [?]), slow down ([?], nigga)

I tell 'em

[Verse 3: Mayne Mannish]

I'm Jeff Gordon in his heyday

Ridin' like Tony Stewart smashing through a two-way (Aha)

Doing 'bout a hundred, kinda burnin' up the Louis (Louis?)

Louis, Louis 13th mothafucka, yeah, Louis

D.U.I. drivin' black, Henny on my lap

Pedal to the floor, with a 808 clap (Clap)

Money motivated, doing sprints when I'm chasin'

And it gotta be a hemi, I don't normally do the basic (Ah-ah)

Six-cylinder, r-really, bruh? (Really?)

Slow it down, keep up (Keep up)

And I'm killin' 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 (Wha'?)

Burn rubber, bu-burn rubber

This is how we do it in Northern California

[Chorus: 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 (You know you can't catch me), slow down (You know you can't catch me)

I tell 'em