Julia Lang

Brr... ayo
Doot, doot, brr...
Doot, doot, doot...

Ayo, my Yeezys looking like moon boots (My Yeezys looking like moon boots)
My man killed my other man, it's a lose-lose (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Stick swinging, dumping out the moon roof (Skrrt, stick swinging, hanging out the moon roof, doot, doot, doot...)
Do 'em dirty eating wam-wam and zoom-zooms
Yo, me and Julia Lang whipping 'caine with a hanger (Whip)
Selling dope like '94, I'm talking baking with a pager (Ah)
Talking nice, talking hash shit with the same bitch talking nice
I'm talking George Condo paintings, TEC ten, started spraying shit (Brr, brr, brr)
Contemplating breaking down a whole, dumping, divvy loads (Ah)
Don't pillow talk to hoes, I'm up in Nieman's talking 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)