Van Gogh JID (Ft. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Lil Yachty & JID]
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)

[Verse 1: JID]
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

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
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'