Julia Lang

(Trap-A-Holics mixtapes)
Alvin, good morning
Yo, I slept for 12 hours straight, I needed it
I'm still tired, now I have like the busiest week ahead
You know what I just noticed, what is so beautiful?
My birthday's on Friday, but when the album comes out

Play at side B, it's basically my birthday midnight
So is-, I'm just so grateful for everything
And then when Plan B hits, with the Julia Lang song
Exactly on my birthday at midnight, it's a blessing
I hope you're good, I hope you got some rest
And thank you for everything again

I had like a very, memorable time
So I did Atlanta for the first time with you
I did Buffalo for the first time with you
You did Paris for the first time, not with me, but I was there
So, let's get the list going
Love you, bye

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-10, started sprayin' shit (brr, brr, brr)

(Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit)
Brrr, ayo
Doot, doot, brrr
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
(Damn, son, where'd you find this?)

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)
Stick swingin', dumpin' out the moon roof
(Skrr, stick swingin', hangin' out the moon roof)
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Do 'em dirty, eatin' wham-wham and zoom-zooms (Trap-A-Holics)

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-10, started sprayin' shit (brr, brr, brr, real trap shit)

Contemplatin' breakin' down a whole, dumpin', divvy loads (ah)
Pillow talk to hoes, I'm up in Neiman's talkin' dope to stoves
Bathing Ape, OVO, Prada buttoned 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)



Credits
Writer(s): Alvin Lamar Worthy, Corey Jaleel Stanfield, Gabriel Anthony Serrano, Santos Figueroa
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