JID, Lil Yachty - Van Gogh (feat. Lil Yachty)

Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, whoa Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm sayin' It's Lil Boat and J.I.D 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 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 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 backwards 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 up 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 fog 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 But 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