[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
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
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