Westside Gunn – “Julia Lang”

American rapper, Westside Gunn is not taking any chill as He unveils the visual to the “Julia Lang” track, produced by Camoflauge Monk. Watch the video, listen, buy, stream, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Westside Gunn Julia Lang

Westside Gunn may be one of today’s foremost voices in contemporary gangsta rap, but the Griselda visionary also happens to have a deep understanding of the art scene. It’s part of what makes him such a compelling lyricist, as his stream of consciousness verses tend to toe the line between both hyper-stylized worlds. Now, with the upcoming Hitler Wears Hermes 8 in the pipeline, Gunn has come through to deliver a pair of new singles from the project — the Beat Butcher/Daringer produced “TV BOY” and the Camouflage Monk-laced “Julia Lang.”

Driven by a filthy synth-driven instrumental, Gunn dives in with a purpose, proving once again that his lyrical prowess is not to be slept on. Though the track doesn’t exactly last long — clocking in at a little under a minute before fading out mid-bar — there’s enough energy to please Gunn fans. “Yo, me and Julia Lang whippin’ ‘caine with a hanger,” he raps. “Sellin’ dope like ’94, I’m talkin’ bakin’ with a pager.”

Westside Gunn – Julia Lang (prod. Camoflauge Monk)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Brr, ayo
Doot, doot, brr
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot

[Verse]
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, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, 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)

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