Rico Nasty – Turn It Up (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

American female rapper and singer-songwriter, Rico Nasty premieres the music video for the track, “Turn It Up.” The piece of music was produced by 100 gecs. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Rico Nasty is one of those artists who always brings the heat. Overall, her ability to drop banger after banger is simply impressive. Whenever she comes out with something new, you know it is going to sound amazing. Although she may not get the mainstream attention she deserves, there is no doubt she has a loyal fanbase. When she drops something, you know they are going to follow. Consequently, fans have been clamoring for new music, and it seems like Rico has finally delivered.

Today, Rico Nasty dropped a new song and music video for “Turn It Up.” Interestingly, this song features production from Dylan Brady of 100 Gecs. 100 Gecs is a group that is known for their off-the-wall product and insane vocals. Overall, a lot of hip-hop artists have worked with them, and they continue to be leaders in their field. As far as Rico Nasty is concerned, her style works well with Brady’s production, so it is easy to see why they would link up.

Immediately upon putting on this track, you are greeted by some skeletal yet loud production from Brady. Additionally, Rico Nasty is giving this track her all as we get some braggadocios lyrics. The energy is turned all the way up, and there is no doubt that this song would pop off at a festival. Overall, it is some of her finest work to date.

The artist has yet to announce a new album, so hopefully, we hear something very soon. No matter what, it’s great to have some sort of new material from Rico Nasty.

Rico Nasty – Turn It Up (prod. 100 gecs)

26 April 2023
1 Song, 2 minutes
Sugar Trap, ℗ 2023 Atlantic Records Group LLC

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Lyrics

Turn it up, never pay attention to a hatin’ ass hoe
Niggas don’t be on shit, but I bet they share each others clothes
Bet my weed smell like piss, inhale that I exhale out my nose
I got these hoes so mad
Like they off the coke, I got them blown
I step on the stage, put on a show (Woah-woah-woah)
Speak out on my name, go toe to toe (Let’s go)
He ain’t ever met a bitch like me, I know
You know we easy breezy (Damn)
Diamonds VV (Yeah), niggas creepy (Ooh)
Heebie-jeebies (Woah), in the jeep (Woah)
We jeepers-creepers (Huh)
Think she bad (Huh), but bitch, I’m eatin’

I just put the cash in a stash
Why you lookin’ on my page and you ain’t even wash ya ass?
I got a cheque now I don’t know how to act (Damn)
In my new crib playin’ with my son in the grass (Woah, hoe)
Pop designer tags (Yeah), niggas lookin’ sad (Ayy)
In the house mad (Hahaha), bitch, go and get a bag
Puff, puff, pass, make a hundred on a bag though, man
These hoes be frontin’ like they’re damn lace

Put a bitch to sleep just for pillow talking (Sleep)
Shawty ass fat, see it through the joggers (Look)
I’m the realest out, if we’re being honest (Uh-huh)
Don’t call me paranoid ’cause I’m just used to being conscious
I’ma be the one that still got it, I’m not the one that lost it
She gon’ pop a Perc like Lil Gotit and then she get to poppin’
Soon as we walk in the party, you feel the speakers knockin’
He said that I was ugly, but now he eye-lockin’
She said that she ain’t like me, now the bitch head boppin’
I’ve been on her mind all day, I got her head throbbin’
I know that they gon’ ride my wave, I keep the boat rockin’
I told my [?] that I can’t choose, just bring me all the options
My money blue, just like a zoo, it fill up both pockets (Yeah)
You and yo’ boyfriend hella lame, ya’ll need to both stop it
And if a hoe watchin’
She see this fit cost more than her whole closet (Damn)

Bitch I just put the cash in a stash
Why you lookin’ on my page and you ain’t even wash ya ass?
I got a cheque now I don’t know how to act (Damn)
In my new crib playin’ with my son in the grass (Woah, hoe)
Pop designer tags (Yeah), niggas lookin’ sad (Ayy)
In the house mad (Hahaha), bitch, go and get a bag
Puff, puff, pass, make a hundred on a bag though, man
These hoes be frontin’ like they’re damn lace