75-85 North

Lyrics

[Intro] Man, you gon' turn that shit off? Put on DJ Riddick Keed, talk to 'em Toven Season 4 (What?) (Ayy, where he get that beat from? Mooktoven) [Chorus: Lil Keed] Stay down and get up, yeah, yeah (Let's go) Taste more syrup than fanta, yeah, yeah Porsche 911 (Skrt), I don't pick up peasants (Uh uh) I got a bad bitch, ass fat, always got a wedgie (Keed talk to em') City girl, city girl (Ooh) Pussy nigga touch shit shoulda been a sheriff Wit' yo bitch in that Bentley shit swervin' on the curves And we got heavy artillery, yeah, we in your world (Keed talk to em') [Verse 1: Lil Keed] Pick up the backend If I hit the choppa, I'm knockin ya back in Diamond they dancin' like one of the Jackson's Yeah, get hit up off rip, I'm not with the wrestlin' (Let's go) Talkin' 75-85 but I'm goin' north Shittin' on niggas ain't talkin' porta-potty, thought that you should know Chanel drip, Chanel kicks, Chanel bead, Chanel bitch Private flight to NY, I had to go see Elliot And my pants fat as fuck, I got cabbage in my shit In the mall I spent a dub but that ain't shit, that ain't shit Fuck these hoes, I don't show no love I don't trust no bitch, don't trust no bitch I know these niggas think I'm slippin' Pocket rocket, I'm on my shit [Chorus: Lil Keed] Stay down and get up, yeah, yeah (Let's go) Taste more syrup than fanta, yeah, yeah Porsche 911 (Skrt), I don't pick up peasants (Uh uh) I got a bad bitch, ass fat, always got a wedgie (Keed talk to em') City girl, city girl (Ooh) Pussy nigga touch shit shoulda been a sheriff Wit' yo bitch in that Bentley shit swervin' on the curves And we got heavy artillery, yeah, we in your world (Keed talk to em') [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] My block, I'm the captain, yeah Said still my money still be stackin', yeah This a Bentley not a Aston, yeah Pay for the hit then say what happen, yeah Yeah, this my world, not your world I fucked her the other night, that is not your girl I'm an artist so I'm trying to paint her face like a mural, uh She just got her hair done, sweatin' out her curls He a make believe, Hercules, perky make me Earl Oh, you rentin' all your whips, man you sweatin' out your Turo Brown Cinnamon, Sugar made that bit eat up the churro I'm a stoner, YSL peril All your hoes dirty, all my hoes sterile When she suck it up, make my toes curl [Chorus: Lil Keed] Stay down and get up, yeah, yeah (Let's go) Taste more syrup than fanta, yeah, yeah Porsche 911 (Skrt), I don't pick up peasants (Uh uh) I got a bad bitch, ass fat, always got a wedgie (Keed talk to em') City girl, city girl (Ooh) Pussy nigga touch shit shoulda been a sheriff Wit' yo bitch in that Bentley shit swervin' on the curves And we got heavy artillery, yeah, we in your world (Keed talk to em') [Outro] DJ Rico Riddick The hottest mothafuckin' DJ on the mothafuckin' planet The streets, you dig what I'm sayin'?