Speed Up - 917 Rackz, Sdot Go & Jay Hound

Came back to remind em what my name is Bring the pressure right to where your chain is Natural born Killa, this the same biz Peep the language If it's solid then it's solid I won't ask if you with me You a citizen and I'm more like a flag for the city I go hundred you go 25 like half of a 50 Rising up you see the wings like the back of a Bentley This ain't what you want unless you really want it You could see we on it got the building haunted Spooky hours if I drop the ceilin on it Them boys is kids I put my children on it Yeah it's us easy work I sweat for what? How we going got em slowin' like what's in the Texas cup Look, look Aint no need for comin' back cuz we up This the part where Ima have to speed up Pull up in that futuristic, leave em' in the past And it's no brakes, so I did the dash (Yeah, yeah, yeah gone) I don't know no other way but fast Had to speed up, so I hit the gas (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Pull up in that futuristic, leave em' in the past And it's no brakes, so I did the dash (Yeah, yeah, yeah gone) Aint no need for comin' back, cuz we up This the part where I'ma have to speed up Hit the pedal show em what the gas like Hit the brakes to make sure that my math right My tank full cuz every single bag right I see your gas light Look, Push a button top drop, then I change lanes And if you're gettin' to it quickly then you're gang gang I'm tryna lap the competition, you can maintain How Twista rap and how I'm thinkin' is the same thang This the joint they needed, got the city leanin' Slow for what, you tweakin' got the city speedin' I told her she gon' miss me if it's any blinkin' I might do the wheelie like I'm Meek in Philly thinkin' Yeah it's us easy work I sweat for what? How we going got em slowin' like what's in the Texas cup Look, look Aint no need for comin' back cuz we up This the part where Ima have to speed up Pull up in that futuristic, leave em' in the past And it's no brakes, so I did the dash (Yeah, yeah, yeah gone) I don't know no other way but fast Had to speed up, so I hit the gas (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Pull up in that futuristic, leave em' in the past And it's no brakes, so I did the dash (Yeah, yeah, yeah gone) Aint no need for comin' back, cuz we up This the part where I'ma have to speed up (Man)

Uh, they like chill I ain't swipin' for a couple bills Ain't Trip if he ain't geekin' off a couple pills Ain't trippin' I get my gang a couple deals Rackz rackz rackz Keep it real Up in traffic I'm beepin' the wheel Shit was graphic im seekin' to heal Mathematics I'm reachin' a mill Rackz rackz rackz She be wildin' told her take a chill pill Shorty you fuckin' with Rackz I'm the real deal Totin' that real steel Told that pussy boy do you know how the field feel Usin' bunch of bountys those ain't real bills Ready to hunt like bountys bitch I still drill Ouwee be the whistle, kill bill Spin get put on a poster, windmill All these rappers is fake bitch I been real Spittin' more though I be high when I'm in that pussy that shit feel like a portal Bro just scored 5 now he feelin' immortal I do a walk in and start speakin' formal Bitch I'm with Squid and I'm smokin' that coral That's that reefa, give me more bro Nina gon' blow she be doin' that oral We wet you up better hope you could snorkel I ain't done though, I ain't normal Like Mutombo, on the block Got it the harder way fly like a hawk In the bay fuck around and sell crack on the dock These rappers corny flexin' like they ain't popped I keep it on me flexin' like im Pop Holy moly saw the green like its guac In the field I be strapped now I feel like a jock Ooter don't let it slide he just slide when the sun down They gon' run when they hear all the gun sounds Boom, boom boom, bitch I'm the prime with the blood hounds Was a 10, I'm a dub now How that work, you a dumb clown Can't wait til' I see a opp and I run down Brodie a bucket he shootin' for fun now Uh, they like chill I ain't swipin' for a couple bills Ain't Trip if he ain't geekin' off a couple pills Ain't trippin' I get my gang a couple deals Rackz rackz rackz Keep it real Up in traffic I'm beepin' the wheel Shit was graphic im seekin' to heal Mathematics I'm reachin' a mill Rackz rackz rackz