avant-garde

Lyrics: mitsu/kuru/Ujin Music: mitsu/kuru/Ujin We got it (we got it, go) Actually, you know (go, go) We been having it to be honest with you (go, go) Like fck man (go, go, okay let's go, okay let's go) Yuh' I been mixing the Number (N)ine with the Raf Since I was in 8th grade (since I was in 8th grade) I know he want him a verse, but I think he ass So I need my pay, pay (so I need my pay, pay) And I been chillin' in the stu' just like its my crib Makin' hits till late, late (till late, late) And I see the money it's comin' in I'm goin up cuz' it's my fate, huh, go Yuh' and I'm with my brothers we up I just brought the lil' ho to go cop Undercover with me And he said that he finna' shoot I ain't worried cuz' I know my bro said he covering me And you don't got no one like coverin' you Boy you testing your luck, man u in too deep Flexin' yo money and shit, you ain't got nun' I made yo' rent in just like 2 weeks Huh, go, this girl she like avant-garde and fast cars I just hop right in the GLE I'm finna' whip this lil' b***h like a go-kart And I don't know what she see in me But I know that we finna' go far Go, go, go, go She wanna slide, told her bring a friend Count up my guap, count the dividend Talk my shit, no time to make amends Yeah, this Vetements not fcking ve-tuh-ments I hit up the Chrome store with yujin Matching Chrome beanies, yeah that's my twin My circle you cannot get in If you wanting in, you cannot audition Yeah, like whatchu' want? Brand new bag from Saint Laurent? My bit fck with avant-garde Minji on my photocard "tripleS" on my feet, my bro keep a beam on his glock AMG coupe, this push to start She said my vocals is art Yo' bit in my dms calling me pretty She fell in love with all the hunnids and fifties I play her like cupid feel like FIFTY FIFTY You wanna be me, bit you envious Ha, my swag you depending on I'm the father figure you are my son I'm the father figure you are my son Dior, my homme, my face, my neck is Chrome My b***h she avant-garde Yeah, straight from Singapore Salut, bonjour, delay and then concur You say that’s your girl Bro that’s my way of shooting load (pew) Number (N)ine and the Vetements The belt buckle Alyx, yeah Used to rock them rickies But I got tired of them shits, aye Had to cop sum mo’ for my lil Prada whore My Prada b***h, my Prada ho Tell me what you want more, aye APC the jeans, been the shit since a teen Got a couple hundred sons I’m still cooling in my dries Then again it was HYEIN SEO Had to give her some of my clothes Now my b***h so avant-garde She say yujin are you proud of me? Shi Yo' bit in my dms calling me pretty She fell in love with all the hunnids and fifties I play her like cupid feel like FIFTY FIFTY You wanna be me, bit you envious Ha, my swag you depending on I'm the father figure you are my son I'm the father figure you are my son