Avant-Grade (Ipsy Remix)

Busy bee, finding peace in a schedule
Silly goose, I am me, you can't ridicule
Trynna act like you past, but you regular
Still attached, on my ass, can't get rid of you
Lovestruck, bossed up, and I guess you just
Mad, huh? Shorty pressed he ain't feeling her
Too bad, so sad, what's that got to do with me?
Yeah, yeah, I make it look simple
Man of God, but I'll have him thinking all sinful
Oh my God, I would think you'd be a bit tasteful
If you trynna imitate, how you still hateful?

Oh, 'cause
You a cornball and I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
Thought you all cash, but you fucking with a star, yeah
Thought you all class, really caught me off-guard, yeah

I'm avant-garde

Yeah, I move fast, getting that bag
I don't get mad, I just get back
Champagne bubbling, chugging it
If he stuck in it, chill, I'm succulent
You dickridin' and I cannot see the fun in it
That's why I'm popping off while you plummeting
That's why I'm getting calls while you summonin'—summoning

Weirdos think I want something when I'm showing love
But I'm really 'bout to run shit, what you scared of?
Worried 'bout mans, I'm just worried 'bout bands
If you a lame bih, then that's out of my hands

You a cornball and I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
Thought you all cash, but you fucking with a star, yeah
Thought you all class, really caught me off-guard, yeah

I'm avant-garde yeah
Your a cornball
Garde yeah
Thought you all class, really caught me off-guard, yeah
I'm avant-garde yeah
Avant-garde yeah
I'm avant-garde Yeah
Caught me off-guard, yeah
I'm avant-garde
I'm avant-garde yeah
I'm avant-garde yeah