VAN GOGH Lyrics

Crib be looking like a hooters

Pocket filling I feel like I'm Buddhist

Money talking my brodie was Judas

Shorty stalk me but I act like I'm clueless

Come around cause she said

Damn I love when she was muted

None of this shit really far fetched

I just hit it out the fucking ball park cause I suit it

Shorty got bitter I'm better

Brodie rolling up the spliff with the leather

I got hoes I can hit up whenever

I got dough split it up with my brethren

Off the dome is how I one take

Feel like Van Gogh I wanna die in the Netherlands

Run a poll you gon' see that I'm better than

You ain't in the loop you a problem

She grab on the balls like a doctor

Whole gang gon' look like a mafia

Move weird then my brodie gon' crop ya

She broke so I hit her with a job search

Long road but I thrive on them outskirts

Uh

Damn

Crib be looking like a hooters

Pocket filling I feel like I'm Buddhist

Money talking my brodie was Judas

Shorty stalk me but I act like I'm clueless

Come around cause she said

Damn I love when she was muted

None of this shit really far fetched

I just hit it out the fucking ball park cause I suit it