VANGOGH Lyrics

(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