Letra de Van Gogh - JID & Lil Yachty

(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?

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' shit is really all that I know

Funeral goals, 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

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, niggas be flauntin'

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 nigga lost it

Pop out the cuts, nigga, burn you like pollen

Dick 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'll red the sea

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 fuck 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

Bitch, I don't fuck 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 fuck on a fan ho

This shit art, Van Gogh

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