Speed It Up (feat. Rico Nasty)

Ayy, ayy

We spin a bend, we spin again, we do it real quick (real quick)
I fuck it up and do the dash with a bad chick (brrt-brrt)
I'm presidential with the Glizzy and the Caddy (on God)
Ballin' every day, they like, "Choppa you a draft pick", yeah-yeah
Switchin' lanes we gon' tear it up, you better get your hustle up (brrt)
The Hellcat is gettin' up, fishtailin', kickin' dust
Push it to a limit, we ain't stoppin' 'til it finished (yeah-yeah)
Since that boy say it's beepin', we gon' paint the whole city

I tell 'em, "Speed it up", we never calm down
Got some Rastafarian steppers, we love the gun sounds
Put the key into ignition, drive it 'til the gas out
Bullets stop a nigga on the dime, leave his back out, yeah-yeah-yeah

We from the dirt, but I'm ridin' for my mud brother (mud brother)
I'm in a sports car (yeah), but it got some big muscle
I caught him at the red light, now a boy in trouble (brrap)
A hundred racks and the choppa in my Nike duffle

Yeah, I'm shiftin' gears and burnin' rubber with my brother, different mother
But we got the same struggle, go against me, I'ma bald 'em
Lay your hands on who, my crew? A nigga bet' not even touch 'em
This choppa aim at you, I shoot, they callin' me the melon buster (brrrt)

I tell 'em, "Speed it up", we never calm down
Got some Rastafarian steppers, we love the gun sounds
Put the key into ignition, drive it 'til the gas out
Bullets stop a nigga on the dime, leave his back out, yeah-yeah-yeah (ayy, ayy)

We spin a bend, we spin again, we do it real quick (real quick)
Get up and do the dash with a bad chick (brrt-brrt)
I'm presidential with the Glizzy and the Caddy (on God)
Ballin' every day, they like, "Choppa you a draft pick" (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)

How fast can you get it to a hundred or better? (Yeah)
Apply the pressure, you know that Rico ain't never gon' let up
Got me some cheddar, I'm on a whole 'nother level, I'm stompin' all on the pedal
We ain't ask permission, don't give a fuck if you let us (don't give a fuck)

She said that she never been in a spaceship (whoa)
Take off in the Hellcat like I'm racin'
Yeah-yeah, we gon' speed it up, we gon' turn it up (let's go)
Middle fingers in the air 'cause we don't give a fuck

Grew up, I ain't have shit, show me where the cash is
If you see me out, then you know that's where the bag is
Had to make it out, I'm just roarin' like a dragon
Everythin' on me designer, I love high fashion
Yeah, I'm in the hills countin' pink and blue bills (let's go)
I'm signin' deals, and I'm handin' out mils
These bitches wanna be me, so I'm handin' out mirrors
Car too fast, only see you in my rear ones

I tell 'em speed it up, we never calm down
Got some Rastafarian steppers, we love the gun sounds
Put the key into ignition, drive it 'til the gas out
Bullets stop a nigga on the dime, leave his back out, yeah-yeah-yeah (ayy, ayy)

We spin a bend, we spin again, we do it real quick (real quick)
Fuck it up and do the dash with a bad chick (brrt-brrt)
I'm presidential with the Glizzy and the Caddy (on God)
Ballin' every day, they like, "Choppa you a draft pick" (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)

(Go Grizz)



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Price, Maria Kelly, Bryson Potts
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