Westside Gunn – Karl lyrics

[Skit: Reporter]
Legendary, iconic, and instantly recognizable
Few people have dominated an industry the way Karl Lagerfeld has dominated fashion
Griselda
His leadership of some of couture’s best known brands has established him as one of the most successful and charismatic designers of modern times

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Brr
Karl Lagerfeld
Tryna get money like that, nigga (Ayo)
Karl Lagerfeld
Tryna get money like that, nigga (Ayo)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Woke up, bad, ‘Chine Gun pissed again
Shoot-outs broad day, fuck niggas missed again (Brr)
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
Allahu Akbar
Ayo, you ever had to taste it just to make sure it’s there? (Ah)
Whole face numb, OT, 35 large, what’s the safe numbers?
Broke it down, got the AP flooded
Four in the baby, turned to nine, this shit made of tusslers
5-Series Bimmers (Skrt), Pyrex beakers
The dogs might fall out if they sniff the speakers (Sniff)
All you heard was shots, you niggas screamed to Jesus (Brr, brr, brr)
Jesus!, blew his brains out, lord, nice to meet ya (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Blew his brains out, lord, nice to meet ya (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
If you see me, it’s a Gunn here (Ah)
The whole hundred shots, we go dumb here (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
I’m from a city, ain’t no love here
But everybody know I love here
Used to steal out of Murphy’s up at Central Park
If we make a dime, rich lord, we ain’t getting court


[Skit: Man 1 & Man 2]
What if I was to tell you now that Jesus really don’t exist?
The fuck-, yo, what the hell you talking about?
I just want you to calm down and talk to me
What is you talking about, man?
What the fuck you mean Jesus don’t exist?
Man, it’s, what’s wrong with you, man?
What’s wrong with you? What?

[Chorus: Tiona D & Westside Gunn]
Some shit never gets old
You know how the story goes
Kick your door and pour a large amount (Ah)
Trash bags catch the shells from the pole (Brr)

[Interlude: Westside Gunn, Man 1 & Man 2]
Brr (What the fuck you mean Jesus don’t exist?)
Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (What’s wrong with you? What the-?)
(That was a trick by the white man)
Brr, brr, brr, boom, boom, boom

[Chorus: Tiona D & Westside Gunn]
Some shit never gets old
You know how the story goes
Kick your door and pour a large amount (Ah)
Trash bags catch the shells from the pole (Brr)


[Interlude: Westside Gunn, Tiona D, Man 1 & Man 2]
Brr, brr, brr (What the fuck man? Didn’t I tell you there’s something wrong with you, man?)
Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot (’Cause Jesus always exist)
Trash bags catch the shells from the pole (How the- how the hell you think all these people get like that?)
Brr, ooh yeah (You think Jesus had something to do with that?)
Trash bags catch the shells from the pole, ooh yeah (Christ, he made man, he made baby)

[Verse 2: Keisha Plum]
Listen to this west side story
Roots go back to Langston Hughes and Billie Holi-days of glory
Starter jackets with gold around the neck all crazy
Went from ‘90s Wu-Tang to Dipset, Purple Hazing
Money hungry villains on those hot summer blocks
Our heart melted, mixing with the blood on the pavement
Shorty was turning tricks in her grandmomma basement
Ten years later, he did marble floors in her basement
Dapper Dan, YSL, matching 38s in the closet
Whatever she could think of, he bought it
Haikus hidden within the palms of man
Buffalo’s story was always part of God’s master plan