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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Vocals
Aristos Petrou
Vocals
Budd Dwyer
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Producer
Lyrics
Codeine, which you all know is syrup
I started drinkin' it because I'm from the south, New Orleans
And, umm, we grew up on UGK and on, umm, Geto Boys and all
And-and people been drinkin' syrup for years
Still riding with my devils, ain't shit changed
Gun to my temple, sharpen up the blade
Feel the motherfuckin' phonk like it's '93
Grim Reaper in a Jeep when I hit the streets
Motherfuckers better hide, better duck quick (what? What?)
It's the Sandman, better run, shit
Switch back to my old ways, old days
Pill bottles in the cabinet, can't feel my face, ayy (can't feel my face)
Baby, fuck what they say
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
Baby, fuck what they say
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
Dope in a bag (bag), brown-yellow rock (rock)
They don't know Slick (Slick), they don't know the block (block)
Tell me what you want (want), Tech or the Wock' (Wock')
Say the world is yours, got your world in my sock (my sock)
Hoes tryna fuck (fuck), hoes tryna lock (lock)
Eat that bitch's box, suck my dick, give me top (top)
I cannot forget medicating with Gelatto (Gelatto)
Car sports model and my gun be semi-auto
Lately, trip a lot (lot), lately, sip a lot (lot)
Scripts from my doc (doc), finesse him like a cop, ayy
Baby, fuck what they say (three houses, two cars)
Full of drugs, can't feel my face (I'm a boss, facts)
Three houses, two cars, I'm a boss, facts
Spent a hunnid thou', suckin' all my snot back (yeah)
Fuckin' duckin', that's a small quack
Blowin' out a broad's back
I can't fuckin' cum 'cause my dick is numb and all that
Fall back, I'ma call back (sike)
Where my dogs at? Linin' up the chalk fat
Yeah, her ass left, but she brought it back
Shorty pointin' at that shit, so I bought her that
Baby, fuck what they say (fuck 'em)
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
Baby (ayy), fuck what they say (fuck 'em)
Next time they talk, I'ma fuck their face
Reach into my pocket, yeah, I fuckin' got it
Ooh, that shit was fire like the bottom of a rocket
Blunt full of gossip just so I don't vomit (blah)
Never play it cautious, could give a fuck if I lost it
Fuck a four, yeah, give me 30 O's
It's time to fuckin' go
It's time to fuckin' go
Baby, fuck what they say
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
Baby, fuck what they say
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
(I can't stop now) Baby, fuck what they say
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
(I can't stop now) Baby, fuck what they say
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
Baby, fuck what they say
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
(I can't stop now) Baby, fuck what they say
Full of drugs, can't feel my face
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux
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