Budd Dwyer - Vincent Van Gogh Ain't Got sh** on Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Snow] White boy so cold they call me snow, hoe Want to f** with me? I know Scarecrow, hoe Call up Navigator Blow a bag of dope, hoe Starry Night Posted on the f**ing boat No limit to my suicidal thoughts God I bet you f**ing chew through my own thoughts Smoke a blunt Told her who am I to cough when you the one who at a loss for the mother f**ing words Throw her to the f**ing curb No loss b**h I be the f**ing boss Got frost on my shoulder but I had to wipe it off Cut my wrists just for the f**ing gloss Duck a pig f** a b**h How I floss f** boys in my way, Christ coming off the cross See them motherf**ers pause not knowing it depends on a f**ing coin toss Either way I f**ing lost [Verse 2: $lick $loth] $lickity $lick keep the flame on the bic b**hes run mouth when they all fulla dick Roaches on me as I walk thru the pit I'm that sick mother f**er hanging from a bridge Tip toeing Hells ridge like I don't have no caution Kid nap your hoe put that b**h in an auction Click clack, oh no, now y'all laying in coffins Get back f** boy cuz my homicides often Murderous genocide Conquering just to divide Coincide with my f**ed up mind $uicide let the trigger finger slide Grey tides we ride Hear the battle cries for the most high Yung Christ, he died The $carecrow has risen tonight