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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pouya
Pouya
Vocals
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Vocals
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Vocals
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Programming
Future
Future
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Pouya
Pouya
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hot boy, BG
That's the way these young **** eat
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
[Verse 2]
Hot boy, BG
That's the way these young **** eat
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
[Verse 3]
Hot boy, BG
That's the way these young **** eat
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
[Verse 4]
Every night I'm drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
High tech promethazine, real cheap
Codeine got me on the low in the creep
Smoked out, ridin' 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 nothin'
Stealin' they place and it got y'all all buggin'
You won't say no names but who else you see bussin'?
Just me and my cousin
Stay bustin' and cuttin', these motherfuckers only
Nuttin' and puffin', let's see how it's jumpin'
When we up in public, don't bring out the old me
'Cause then I'll start dumpin', the blood will start gushin'
All because of your frontin'
51-50, bitch, I don't do bluffin'
[Verse 5]
Hot boy, BG
That's the way these young **** eat
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
[Verse 6]
Hot boy, BG
That's the way these young **** eat
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
[Verse 7]
Before I hit that blunt I gotta pop a couple Oxy's
Cherry flavor coke I flip the cap and now I'm sloppy
Copycat motherfucker lookin' like a pussy
I'ma fuck you up boy and your squad won't stop me
Ay, call me snake in the wrong habitat
Give me name I will swallow the rat whole
Cold like the fuckin' polar ice caps
In a black Cadillac, killin' myself in the back
Gaudy pack, shorty smokin' blasts, toutin' bags full of masks
Pop a tag off the motherfuckin' bodybag
Oddly have a problem, probably never gonna solve 'em
Spotted cat lookin' like a fallen angel with no halo
Fuck boy funeral bitch I may go
Captain insane-o
Side bitch and my enemy is the same hoe
[Verse 8]
Hot boy, BG
That's the way these young **** eat
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
[Verse 9]
Hot boy, BG
That's the way these young **** eat
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep
Drinkin' no syrup, can't sleep (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 10]
Exuberant lunatics hop out the whip
Like Young Thug and get through with it
I dated your mama, 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 dat in the back of the Cadillac with the Mac?
Cocked back, ready to bang into his own brain
Triple S be the set, don't disrespect me
Got a hundred more hoes just from this EP
One shell to your back, you a ninja turtle
Put your whole dead body in a fuckin' 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
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Pouya, Scott Arcenaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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