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NLE Choppa - Speed It Up (feat. Rico Nasty) (Official Audio) [from F9 - The Fast Saga Soundtrack]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Lead Vocals
Rico Nasty
Rico Nasty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Maria Kelly
Maria Kelly
Songwriter
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samantha Kossoff
Samantha Kossoff
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Joe Fitzgerald
Joe Fitzgerald
Mixing Engineer
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Producer
Andrew Grossman
Andrew Grossman
Recording Engineer

Songtexte

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)
Writer(s): Kevin Price, Maria Kelly, Bryson Potts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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