Lyrics Speed It Up - NLE Choppa, Rico Nasty

Speed It Up

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
The Hellcat is getting up
Fishtailing, kickin' dust
Push it to a limit, we ain’t stoppin' 'til it’s finished
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 to gun down
Bitch we gon' push the key to ignition, drive it 'til it 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 (My mud brother, yeah)
I’m in a sports car, but it got some big muscle
I caught him at the red light now a boy in trouble
A hundred racks in the choppa and my Nike duffle
Yeah, we shift the gears and burn the rubber with my brother
Different mother, but we got the same struggle
Go against me, I’m a
Lay your hands on who, my crew?
A nigga better not even touch 'em
This choppa aim at you, I shoot, they callin' me the melon buster
I tell 'em speed it up, we never calm down
Got some Rastafarian steppers we love to gun down
Bitch we gon' push the key to ignition, drive it 'til it gas out
Bullets stop a nigga on the dime, leave his back out, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
We spin the Benz, 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
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 (Woah)
Takeoff in the Hellcat like a
Yeah, yeah, we gon' speed it up, we gon' turn it up
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 roaring like a dragon
Everything on me designer, I love high fashion
Yeah, I’m in the hills counting pink blue bills (Let's go)
I’m signing deals and I’m hanging out meals
This bitches wanna be me so I’m handing out mirrors
Car to fast, only see you in my
I tell 'em speed it up, we never calm down
Got some Rastafarian steppers we love to gun down
Bitch we gon' push the key to ignition, drive it 'til it gas out
Bullets stop a nigga on the dime, leave his back out, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy
We spin the Benz, 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
Go Grizz