[Intro: Kill Dyll]
I've been on my brainwashed shit
Put him on the nine, and my nine don't kick (Ugh)
When the news get tight, break my neck
Fold my foes when there no bleaking
Which I might doubt, I better not cry
Throw that waste 'cause it cuts on my spot
Fuck everybody that don't know my lies
'Cause I fuck everybody that don't know my lies (Agh)

[Chorus]
Man, shout-out to van Gogh, he don't listen to your shit
I might follow in his footsteps 'cause these fuckers make it mid
Man, shout-out to van Gogh, he don't listen to your shit
I might follow in his footsteps 'cause these fuckers makе it mid (Agh)

[Verse]
What it do? What it do, bitch? Runnin' with the crew (Ayy, yeah)
Runnin' with thе crew, bitch, baby, I'ma shoot (Ayy, yeah)
I'ma shoot, bitch, you ain't got a clue (Ayy, yeah)
Got a clue, bitch? Throw him the in the stew (Ayy, yeah)
(Ayy) (It's actually the back of my Honda Accord)
'Cause I'm broke as fuck
Bitch, I'm broke as fuck
Said the beginning, after I breaking the [?]
L-L-L-Living to suffer, I want to cut you, little rat
[?] Postponing when I speak
[?]
Sweatin', I'm ready to get my hand out of the fake
Wanted to love, I wanna get the only way
Taking to differ, it's just a virus on the state
Fuckers are petty, that's when you get out of my way (Agh)
[Chorus]
Man, shout-out to van Gogh, he don't listen to your shit
I might follow in his footsteps 'cause these fuckers make it mid
Man, shout-out to van Gogh, he don't listen to your shit
I might follow in his footsteps 'cause these fuckers make it mid