GO!
Jitta on the Track, ANoyd, Chris Webby
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Yo, ayy, yeah I'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 f*ck, slow the f*ck, slow the f*ck 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)
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Written by: Brian Joseph Eisner, Christian Webster, Dashorn Andrew Whithead, Evan Jacobson, Jake Anthony Procanik, Jordan Devin
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