Van Gogh (feat. Lil Yachty)

Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, wow

Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? It's Lil' Boat and JID as far as your eye can see

Yeah

You know what I'm sayin'? It's water on me, and you feel me, you get that? You got that?

That understood? Good, good, you got that? I'ma ask you one more time, you got that?

Uh

You got that? Good

Look, I'm sick of these ****, I'm sick of hoes

Got a bone to pick with you, I'm pickin' a bone

The hardest thing for me is stayin' composed

'Cause killin' shit is really all that I know

Funeral goes, casket closed, the choir sings, the pastor goes

Women cryin' in the rafters, turn your baby to a bastard

Free my **** till it's backward

Shit, come here, lil' bitch, let me show you a magic trick

I got the gun in my lap near the abdomen, I took a break, but they want me to rap again

Bro just got out, and he already trap again, back at his craft again

New Chanel, tote that shit, sit like a daffodil, bankroll thick, the same size as a movie reel

Tell me who keep it real, **** be flauntin', just fantasizin', my bitch, she look like Taraji

Take me out my body, inside the safari

Couldn't dent the Ferrari, shit feel like a coffin, I use the codeine without coughin'

I sleep without tossin', she call me daddy 'cause I'm bossin'

I had a show in two cities, call me Dallas, Austin, when I talk, I'm flossin'

The gang bang red B's like Boston, hmm, huh

Everybody think a **** lost it

Pop out the cuts, ****, burn you like pollen

Dick up in the gut, make her feel it, Phil Collins

I don't read columns, **** be hatin'

Pull out the pistol, they whippin' them naked, they chillin' outside of your whip and they waitin'

They'll wait on a witness with nothin' to say

I'm from Atlanta, the diamonds are Africa, I don't know algebra

I been the mouth of the South, not a traveler, give her the dick with a curve, a parabola

I'm a spatula, I flip it, amateur, a Pamela, Angela, Palm Angels with a choker or a strangler

Banger hangin' in my dang-a-lang, lingering, peepin' out the scheme of things

If you got a problem, then I'll red the sea, I'm a lil' ****, you ain't scared of me

Trill said he'd kill a **** dead for me, but when he get out, I'll be seventy-three

Tell me, "Go to Hell," I'll be waitin' to see you there

Lookin' for me, and I know I be in there, plottin' on it, tryna be a billionaire

Snuck it in, that's how we got the P in here

Uh, come on

I'm gettin' the top with the coat on

Doin' so many donuts, the smoke fog up the ozone, lookin' like Frozone

Told her to keep all her clothes on, I just want mouth, she just want Venmo

She let me score in the end zone

I put that ho in the friend zone

We put that ho in the friend zone

'Cause she came over rockin' Kenzo

Bitch, I don't fuck with no Kenzo

Double, see me in the bando

Took her to church like I'm chano, don't change the channel, I go commando

I might just fuck on a fat ho

This shit art, Van Gogh