Vangogh
(Thinking to myself, fell asleep ash'n on the shelf
I left some backwoods on the shelf
Been on my grind more than anything else
I need you more than anything else
Then get to thinking bout the guys like all we did this shit got real now niggas aint here)
Should see my grandma more but I been getting this money right
Need drugs to cope my dog had died see you in another life
Charge it to the game I lost and paid a different price
Tell me what hit different when ya dog on black and white
Ian going out sad
Nigga play me then we finna pop, like a son dad
Off these drugs bitch yea I feel stupid
I got a dumb stash
All these Ls on the road pull-over gotta dump ash
All these bands they old can't fold I gotta thumb fast
Two pints of tech spilt forty-six hunnit on the ground turn three hundred dollar shoes to Red bottoms
Thinking bout my dog and he still here but bitch the feds got em
They done slept ona nigga for so long them boys got bed problems
Run'n up this check I caught a cramp bitch I got leg problems
My bitch on her period it's cool because her head a problem
Streets is washed bitch I'm tide in, dry out
Cut ties w lot of you niggas
Lil bro grab a chopper, ride out
Every time I'm feeling down my high don't work than bitch I fly out
In places that you can't go bitch I treat this like it's my house
That Glock we paint like vangogh
Balling ona nigga like try-outs
Nigga shootin for a name don't even know what he slid'n bout
(Thinking to myself, fell asleep ash'n on the shelf
I left some backwoods on the shelf
Been on my grind more than anything else
I need you more than anything else,
Then get to thinking bout the guys like all we did this shit got real now niggas aint here)
Should see my grandma more but I been getting this money right
Need drugs to cope my dog had died see you in another life
Charge it to the game I lost and paid a different price
Tell me what hit different when ya dog on black and white
Ian going out sad
Nigga play me then we finna pop, like a son dad
Off these drugs bitch yea I feel stupid
I got a dumb stash
All these Ls on the road pull-over gotta dump ash
All these bands they old can't fold I gotta thumb fast
I left some backwoods on the shelf
Been on my grind more than anything else
I need you more than anything else
Then get to thinking bout the guys like all we did this shit got real now niggas aint here)
Should see my grandma more but I been getting this money right
Need drugs to cope my dog had died see you in another life
Charge it to the game I lost and paid a different price
Tell me what hit different when ya dog on black and white
Ian going out sad
Nigga play me then we finna pop, like a son dad
Off these drugs bitch yea I feel stupid
I got a dumb stash
All these Ls on the road pull-over gotta dump ash
All these bands they old can't fold I gotta thumb fast
Two pints of tech spilt forty-six hunnit on the ground turn three hundred dollar shoes to Red bottoms
Thinking bout my dog and he still here but bitch the feds got em
They done slept ona nigga for so long them boys got bed problems
Run'n up this check I caught a cramp bitch I got leg problems
My bitch on her period it's cool because her head a problem
Streets is washed bitch I'm tide in, dry out
Cut ties w lot of you niggas
Lil bro grab a chopper, ride out
Every time I'm feeling down my high don't work than bitch I fly out
In places that you can't go bitch I treat this like it's my house
That Glock we paint like vangogh
Balling ona nigga like try-outs
Nigga shootin for a name don't even know what he slid'n bout
(Thinking to myself, fell asleep ash'n on the shelf
I left some backwoods on the shelf
Been on my grind more than anything else
I need you more than anything else,
Then get to thinking bout the guys like all we did this shit got real now niggas aint here)
Should see my grandma more but I been getting this money right
Need drugs to cope my dog had died see you in another life
Charge it to the game I lost and paid a different price
Tell me what hit different when ya dog on black and white
Ian going out sad
Nigga play me then we finna pop, like a son dad
Off these drugs bitch yea I feel stupid
I got a dumb stash
All these Ls on the road pull-over gotta dump ash
All these bands they old can't fold I gotta thumb fast
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Writer(s): Preston Pina
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