Chris Webby, ANoyd and Jitta on the Track - GO!
Yo, ayy, yeahI'm in my own lane so I'm never in a room
I grated it like shredded parmesan
Whatchu want? I hop up in the car and I vroom-vroom gone with the engine raw
And they feel the nitro when I put the button on
I be hotter than a motherfucker like the oven on
They call me in a hood when they check light on
It's only right that I shine when there's somethin' wrong
I proved it, I'm well out the say
Move bitch, get out the way
I'm Ludacris, I throw my humorous, and get a elbow to the face
And I won't go buggin', oh, so sudden
P-Pump it up like I know Joe Budden
Tuck my gun in, po-po runnin'
In a go-kart like a hobo comin'
I'm in a Jag', you in a cab
I'm Mufasa like Simba dad
You wanna be down with the ADHD
'Cause you wanna be a winner bad
You want the success that I'm finna have
And I'm in it fast, can't count all the mouths I had
Like I slept with Stacy, I did the dash
I'm a dark skin nigga don't forget the flash
Take a pic
M-O-V-E out the way, did a hunnid on the dash board (yellow with the green coat)
Don't try me, S-T-A-Y out my way
Go, go, go, go, go, go faster, go fa-fa-fa-fa
What you talkin' 'bout move, bitch, get out the way
In a V with the speed, I don't care what the GPS say (I don't care)
Bitch make my day, hmm, we gon' make heat smoke (heat smoke)
Put the rubber to the asphalt, G-O, vroom-vroom, go
When Webb's in the booth, better get a thesaurus
My engine got better performance
If we bumpin' heads like a pachycephalosaurs
I kill them like Kenny McCormick
They never before us, shit we got the lead (yeah)
Bakin' a whipped macaroni and cheese
Fly in a "V" like Canadian geese
And they don't want none with the ADHD (gang)
Can't keep up with my car rides
View the road and I'm all ice
First person like Far Cry
Never crash on those hard drives
Got a full boost with that golden (golden)
Mushroom that I'm holdin'
When I put a star out, they be stalled out
Y'all gon' think that the whole game frozen
Bitch, better blow that cartridge
N64 metaphors, y'all just talkin'
Ain't about shit, wack artists
Just a bunch Oscar the Grouch mothafuckers, y'all garbage
Yeah they gon' slow the fuck, slow the fuck, slow the fuck down
Hold 'em up, hold 'em up, hold 'em up, baow
Swerve in the fast lane, take over the rap game (bang)
Let me show 'em all how, ow
M-O-V-E out the way, did a hunnid on the dash board (yellow with the green coat)
Don't try me, S-T-A-Y out my way
Go, go, go, go, go, go faster, go fa-fa-fa-fa
What you talkin' 'bout move, bitch, get out the way
In a V with the speed, I don't care what the GPS say (I don't care)
Bitch make my day, hmm, we gon' make heat smoke (heat smoke)
Put the rubber to the asphalt, G-O, vroom-vroom, go (hear we go)
Written by:
Brian Joseph Eisner, Christian Webster, Dashorn Andrew Whithead, Evan Jacobson, Jake Anthony Procanik, Jordan Devin
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