Cold Turkey

Lyrics

[Intro: Future] 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) [Verse 1: $lick $loth] 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 [Chorus: Future] 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) [Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry] 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 [Chorus: Future] 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) [Verse 3: Pouya] 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