75-85 North

[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 be, 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'?