Van Gogh (Explicit) - JID/Lil Yachty
Lyrics by：Destin Route/Miles Parks McCollum/Ronald Nathan LaTour Jr./Jordan Houston/Paul Beauregard/Kimbrielle Dates-Watkins
Composed by：Destin Route/Miles Parks McCollum/Ronald Nathan LaTour Jr./Jordan Houston/Paul Beauregard/Kimbrielle Dates-Watkins
Produced by：Cardo Got Wings
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
Is 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 niggas 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' s**t 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 nigga 'til it's back-wards
**** come here 'lil *****
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 s**t sit like a daffodil
Bankroll thick the same size as a movie reel
Tell me who keep it real niggas be flauntin'
Fantasizin' my b***h she look like Taraji
Take me out my body inside the safari
Couldn't dent the Ferrari s**t 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 nigga lost it
Pop out the cuts nigga burn you like pollen
D**k up in the gut make her feel it Phil Collins
I don't read columns niggas 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 strangler
Banger hangin' in my dang-a-lang
Lingering peepin' out the scheme of things
If you got a problem then I'm ready see
I'm a lil' nigga you ain't scared of me
Trill said he'd kill a nigga 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' top with the coat on
Doin' so many donuts the smoke **** up the ozone
Lookin' like Frozone
Told her to keep to all her clothes on
I just want mouth she just want Venmo
She let me score in the endzone
I put that ho in the friendzone
We put that ho in the friendzone
'Cause she came over rockin' Kenzo
***** I don't **** with no Kenzo
Double C me in the bando
Took her to church like I'm Chano
Don't change the channel I go commando
I might just **** on a fat ho
This **** art Van Gogh
