Lyrics Julia Lang - Westside Gunn

Julia Lang

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)