Julia Lang - Westside Gunn

Brr… ayo

Doot, doot, brr…

Doot, doot, doot…

Ayo, my Yeezys lookin' like moon boots (My Yeezys lookin' like moon boots)

My man killed my other man, it’s a lose-lose (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,

boom)

Stick swingin', dumpin' out the moon roof (Skrrt, stick swingin',

hangin' out the moon roof, doot, doot, doot…)

Do 'em dirty eatin' wam-wam and zoom-zooms

Yo, me and Julia Lang whippin' 'caine with a hanger (Whip)

Sellin' dope like '94, I’m talkin' bakin' with a pager (Ah)

Talkin' nice, talkin' hash shit with the same bitch talkin' nice

I’m talkin' George Condo paintings, TEC ten, started sprayin' shit (Brr, brr,

brr)

Contemplatin' breakin' down a whole, dumpin', divvy loads (Ah)

Don’t pillow talk to hoes, I’m up in Nieman’s talkin' dope to stoves

Bathing Ape, OVO, Prada button, down to my kneecaps

I sold my first square, this shit touched my soul

Listen here, Gianni kitchenware, wrap my bricks in here (Ah)

Vision clear, sell a million bricks, I’ll be a billionaire (Ah)