$uicideboy$, Pouya - Cold Turkey lyrics

[$uicideboy$, Pouya - Cold Turkey lyrics]

Hot boy, BG
(BG) , that's the way these young eat (Eat)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)
Hot boy, BG
(BG) , that's the way these young eat (Eat)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)
Hot boy, BG
(BG) , that's the way these young eat (Eat)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)

Every night I'm drinkin' on syrup
Can't sleep
Hi Tech, promethazine, real cheap
Codeine got me on the loc' in the creep
Smoked out, riding with Uzi in the Jeep
Buffet Boys with the $uicide
Know that we druggin'
Look at my face, bitch, I'm numb
Can't feel nothing stealing they place
And it got y'all all bugging
You won't say no names
But who else you see bussing?
Just me and my cousin
Stay busting and cutting
These motherfuckers only nutting and puffing
Let's see how it's jumping
When we up in public
Don't bring out the old me
'Cause then I'll start dumping
The blood will start gushing
All because of yo' fronting
51-50, bitch, I don't do bluffing

Hot boy, BG
(BG) , that's the way these young eat (Eat)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)
Hot boy, BG
(BG) , that's the way these young eat (Eat)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)

Before I hit the blunt
I gotta pop a couple Oxy
Cherry flavor Coke, I flip the cap
And now I'm sloppy
Copy-cat motherfucker looking like a pussy
I will fuck you up, boy
And your squad won't stop me! Ayy
Call me a snake in the wrong habitat
Give me a name, I will swallow the rat whole
Cold like the fucking polar icecaps
In a black Cadillac
Killing myself in the back
Gaudy pack, shawty smokin' blasts
Toting bags full of masks
Pop a tag off the motherfucking body bag
Oddy have a problem
Prolly never gonna solve 'em
Spotted cat looking like a fallen
Angel with no halo fuck boy funeral, bitch
I may go Captain Insane oh
Side bitch and my enemy is the same ho

Hot boy, BG
(BG) , that's the way these young eat (Eat)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)
Hot boy, BG
(BG) , that's the way these young eat (Eat)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)
Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep (Can't sleep)

Yuh, yuh exuberant lunatics hop out the whip
Like Young Thug and get through with it
I dated your momma, sedated your father
Then threw his body to the ocean
He sank to the bottom
I ain't Lil Scrappy, but baby
You don't want no problems
Who is that in the back of
The Cadillac with the MAC?
Cocked back, ready to bang into his own brain
Triple $ be the set, don't disrespect me
Got a hunnid more hoes just from this EP
One shell to your back, you a ninja turtle
Put your whole damn body in a fucking hurdle
I don't want to
But if I have to I will hurt you
And if my lil' ass can't do it myself
My lil' homie will murk you
Your girl is my bitch, I
Know you smell the perfume, yuh

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