75-85 North lyrics

[Intro]
Man, you gon' turn that sh*t off? Put on DJ Riddi*k
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 b*tch, ass fat, always got a wedgie (Keed talk to em')
City girl, city girl (Ooh)
pus*y n*gga touch sh*t shoulda been a sheriff
Wit' yo b*tch in that Bentley sh*t 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
sh*ttin' on n*ggas ain't talkin' porta-potty, thought that you should know
Chanel drip, Chanel kicks, Chanel be, Chanel b*tch
Private flight to NY, I had to go see Elliot
And my pants fat as f*ck, I got cabbage in my sh*t
In the mall I spent a dub but that ain't sh*t, that ain't sh*t
f*ck these hoes, I don't show no love
I don't trust no b*tch, don't trust no b*tch
I know these n*ggas think I'm slippin'
Pocket rocket, I'm on my sh*t
[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 b*tch, ass fat, always got a wedgie (Keed talk to em')
City girl, city girl (Ooh)
pus*y n*gga touch sh*t shoulda been a sheriff
Wit' yo b*tch in that Bentley sh*t 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 f*cked 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 b*tch, ass fat, always got a wedgie (Keed talk to em')
City girl, city girl (Ooh)
pus*y n*gga touch sh*t shoulda been a sheriff
Wit' yo b*tch in that Bentley sh*t swervin' on the curves
And we got heavy artillery, yeah, we in your world (Keed talk to em')

[Outro]
DJ Rico Riddi*k
The hottest mothaf*ckin' DJ on the mothaf*ckin' planet
The streets, you dig what I'm sayin'?