​avant-garde

[Intro: kuru]
We got it (We got it, go)
Actually, you know (Go, go)
We been having it, to be honest with you (Go, go)
Like fuck, man (Go, go, okay let's go, okay let's go)

[Verse 1: kuru]
Yuh, I been mixing the Number (N)ine with the Raf since I was in eighth grade (Since I was in eighth 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, 'cause it's my fate, huh, go
Yuh, and I'm with my brothers we up
I just brought the lil' hoe to go cop Undercover with me
And he said that he finna' shoot, I ain't worried 'causе I know my bro said he covering me
And you don't got no onе like coverin' you
Boy, you testing your luck, man, you in too deep
Flexin' yo' money and shit, you ain't got nun'
I made yo' rent in just like two 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' bitch like a go-kart
And I don't know what she see in me
But I know that we finna' go far

[Verse 2: mitsu]
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 fucking 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 bitch fuck 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

[Chorus: mitsu]
Yo' bitch 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, bitch, you envious
Hah, my swag you depending on
I'm the father figure, you are my son
I'm the father figure, you are my son

[Verse 3: ujin]
Dior, my homme, my face, my neck is Chrome
My bitch, she avant-garde
Yeah, straight from Singapore
Salut, bonjour, delay and then concours
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 bitch, my Prada hoe
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 bitch so avant-garde
She say, "Yujin are you proud of me?" Shit

[Chorus: mitsu]
Yo' bitch 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, bitch, you envious
Hah, my swag you depending on
I'm the father figure, you are my son
I'm the father figure, you are my son