Текст Lil Keed – 75–85 North

Intro:
Turn that shit up put on DJ Riddick
Keed, talk to ’em
Toven Season 4

Lil Keed:
Stay down and get up, ya, ya
Taste more syrup than fanta, ya, ya
Porsche 9/11
I don’t pick on peasants
I got a bad bitch, ass fat, always got a wedgie, (Talk to em’)
City girl, City girl
Pussy nigga touch shit shoulda been a sheriff
Wit’ yo bitch in that Bentley shit swervin’ on the curves
And we got heavy artillery, ya we in your world

Pick up the backend
If I hit the choppa I’m knockin you back innn
Diamond they dancin’ like one of the Jacksonnns
Get hit up i’m real, I’m not with the wrestlinnn’ (let’s go)
Talkin’ 75-85
But I’m goin’ off
Chill no niggas ain’t talkin’ portapotty
Drop the juice you know Chanel, Drip Chanel, Kick Chanel, Be Chanel, Bitch
I would fight the NY, I had to go see Elliot
And my pant fat as fuck
Like I cabbage in my sheet
In the mall I spent a dub
But that ain’t shit, that ain’t shit
Fuck these hoe I don’t show no love
Don’t trust no bitch, Don’t trust no bitch
I know these niggas think I’m slippin’

Stay down and get up, ya, ya
Take more syrup than fanta, ya, ya
Porsche 9/11
I don’t pick on peasants
I got a bad bitch, ass fat, always got a wedgie, (Talk to em’)
City girl, City girl
Pussy nigga touch shit shoulda been a sheriff
Wit’ yo bitch in that Bentley shit swervin’ on the curves
And we got heavy artillery, ya we in your world

Lil Uzi Vert:
My block I’m the captain, ya
Said steal my money still be stackin’, ya
This a Bentley not a Aston, ya
Pay for the hit then say what happen, ya
Ya, in 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 ?
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

Lil Keed:
Stay down and get up, ya, ya, (let’s go)
Taste more syrup than fanta, ya, ya
Porsche 9/11
I don’t pick on peasants
I got a bad bitch, ass fat, always got a wedgie, (Talk to em’)
City girl, City girl, (City girl)
Pussy nigga touch shit shoulda been a sheriff
Wit’ yo bitch in that Bentley shit swervin’ on the curves
And we got heavy artillery, ya we in your world

Outro:
DJ Rico Riddick the hottest mothafuckin’ DJ on the mothafuckin’ planet the streets you dig what I’m sayin’