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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
Lead Vocals
Rico Nasty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Maria Kelly
Songwriter
Go Grizzly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samantha Kossoff
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Joe Fitzgerald
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Grossman
Recording Engineer
Go Grizzly
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye, aye
[Refrain]
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
[Verse 1]
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' till it finished
Since that boy say it's beepin', we gon' paint the whole city
[Chorus]
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 till the gas out
Bullets stop a **** on the dime, leave his back out, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
We from the dirt, but I'm ridin' for my mud brother (Mud brother)
I'm in a sports car, 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 **** bet' not even touch 'em
This choppa aim at you, I shoot, they callin' me the melon buster
[Chorus]
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 till the gas out
Bullets stop a **** on the dime, leave his back out, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Refrain]
Aye, aye, 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
[Verse 3]
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
She said that she never been in a spaceship
Take off in the Hellcat like I'm racin'
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 and blue bills (Let's go)
I'm signing deals and I'm handing out meals
These bitches wanna be me, so I'm handing out mirrors
Car too fast, only see you in my rear ones
[Chorus]
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 till the gas out
Bullets stop a **** on the dime, leave his back out, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Refrain]
Aye, aye, 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
[Outro]
Go Grizz
Written by: Bryson Potts, Kevin Andre Price, Maria Kelly