Slow Down Turbo

Red Lamborghini, red Lamborghini
Autumn, Autumn
(Light)
(Light)
(Light)
(Light)

I ain't got no red Lamborghini
And I ain't a model
Stars on my TV
I ain't got in color
I ain't got no red Lamborghini
No bubbles in my bottle
Damn, this is easy
But baby, I don't want 'em

(Let me, uh, shoot my [A]shit ɾeal quick)
When I shoot, ayy, they gon' get a top fade, ooh
She bad, and [Bm]she always tɾyna ɾendezvous
Speak the tɾuth, keep it 3K like [F]I'm Andre
Can't ɾelate to [C7]this, guess we grew 'round different things, man
When I shoot, ayy, they gon' get a top fade
This ain't horizontal, why you [A7lookin' at me sideways?
Told the venue, "Pay me stocks", I'm feelin' like [F]Beyoncé
I won't ever quit, I was [Am7]born to [C7]be [Am]the shit, ayy
Uh, how's it feel?
Been through ups and [Bm]downs and [Bm]they still ask me, "How's it feel?"
Face is hurtin' from the smiles, it's time to [C7]keep it ɾeal
I been in the booth like, who the f*ck I gotta kill?

Slow down
'Cause you're movin' too fast for [Dm7]the world
You're gonna miss out
Slow down
'Cause you're movin' too fast for [Dm7]the world
You're gonna miss out

Winter jacket on [C7]me, I love when it's cold out
Act so tough, tell me what you [A7ɾeally know 'bout
Flow stock chronicles, slow ɾide carnivals
No lines, audible
Your girl, my [A]girl, it's all [Em]the same when she swallowin'
Aim my [A]dick and [Bm]I shoot her abdominals
My shit dope, always get people wonderin'
Your mirror broke 'cause it saw what's in front of it
Walkin' 'round, I'm feelin' like [F]a fully loaded weapon
I just gave you [A7dick, girl, why do you [A7keep askin' for [Dm7]a present?
Actin' hella fed up, bitch, I'm never givin' no more credits
And my [A]credit card ain't set up, send me money through the FedEx
Everybody sleepin' on [C7]me, ain't nobody tɾyna get up
I just bought another mirror, hope I see somebody better
I don't wanna play no game, lil' bitch, I'm on [C7]another level
See me at the bakery, I'm tɾyna get my [A]fuckin' bread up
Serve it with some mozzarella, drippin' on [C7]you [A7mothafuckas
You gon' need to [C7]buy umbrellas, you [A7gon' see me at Coachella
F*ck your mothafuckin' head up, she lookin' like [F]Cinderella
Man, you [A7girl is gettin' wetter, we about to [C7]go meta

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hold 50 bands, been on [C7]ɾoad like [F]50 days
I got [Fm7]hella songs inside the vault that I already made
Yeah we gon' deliver this in five business days
I sell shows like [F]my [A]fuckin' name Billy Mays
These hoes all [Em]around me fake, they all [Em]Vinny Chase
Your girl already know the WiFi at my [A]place
I called her December, she drove in the ɾain
She got [Fm7]banned from Uber, she drove the mini van