JID - Van Gogh lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty & JID] Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, wow 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? Is that understood? Good, good, you got that? I'ma ask you one more time, you got that? (Uh) You got that? Good (Look) [Verse 1: JID] I'm sick of these ni**as, 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' sh*t is really all that I know Funeral goes, the casket closed The choir sings, the pastor goes Women cryin' in the rafters Turn your baby to a ba*tard Free my ni**a 'til it's backwards sh*t, come here, 'lil b*tch Let me show you a magic trick [Verse 2: Lil Yachty] I got the gun in my lap near the aftermath 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 sh*t, sit like a daffodil Bankroll thick, the same size as a movie reel Tell me who keep it real ni**as be frontin', fantasizin' my b*tch She look like Taraji Take me out my body inside the safari Couldn't dent the Ferrari, sh*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' They gangbang red B's like Boston, hmm Everybody think a ni**a lost it Pop it out the cuts, make her burn like pollen Dick up in the gut, make her feel it, Phil Collins I don't read columns, ni**as be hatin' [Verse 3: JID] 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 in 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' ni**a, you ain't scared of me Trill said he'd kill a ni**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 [Verse 4: Lil Yachty] 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 to be in here Uh, come on, I get in touch with the cologne Doin' so many donuts, the smoke fog up the ozone Lookin' like Frozone Told her 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 b*tch, I don't fu*k 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 fu*k on a fat ho This sh*t art, Van Gogh