Avant-Garde by GUILY CHURCH Lyrics
[Intro Verse]
You know I be sipping on Voss
Dropping the drip when I walk
Smoking until I get crossed
Double XL writers block
Y’all only focused on clout
You just be runnin' yo mouth
Your life’s gone nowhere but south
[Verse 1]
I fuck on your bitch, you
Ain't bout it, you scarey
I pull up, you ditch, straight
Running, Hail Mary, you
Flexing on who?
I am not the one
I'll bust in your mom, and
Call you my son, you can't
Fight me, you pussy, you
Scared of the action, get
Laid down, that's traction
Subtraction, of brain cells
Reaction, distraction
That's why I'm above you
Like fraction, you lackin'
Compassion, imagine
Relaxing, then flashing
To crashing and burning
Like ashes, impaction
Proaction with passion
Abstraction, to my satisfaction
Exaction of power like I'm
Andrew Jackson
[Hook]
Y'all be on that sheep type
(ahyeah)
I be on my Peep type
(ahyeah)
Flexin' but you weak type
(ahyeah)
I be do'n that weep type
(ahyeah)
[Verse 2]
...
Been going through
Life and I ain’t got no
Strife
Death ‘round the corner but
I don’t see mourners, we
Shit out our lives, and do
Nothing but loiter, and
Pretend that our lives are
Important and accordant
With each other, the
Real shit is dormant, we
Play games with others
...
This shit a
Problem
[Outro Verse]
I cough on these bitches 'cause
I'm sick of all they bullshit
These females make me want to
Empty out a full clip
Met a nice girl when I
Was ready to commit
She had potential but
We argued and I blew it
[Hook]
She be on that freak type
(ahyeah)
Kiss her on the cheek type
(ahyeah)
Convo's on the deep type
(ahyeah)
Ridin' like a Jeep type
(ahyeah)
You know I be sipping on Voss
Dropping the drip when I walk
Smoking until I get crossed
Double XL writers block
Y’all only focused on clout
You just be runnin' yo mouth
Your life’s gone nowhere but south
[Verse 1]
I fuck on your bitch, you
Ain't bout it, you scarey
I pull up, you ditch, straight
Running, Hail Mary, you
Flexing on who?
I am not the one
I'll bust in your mom, and
Call you my son, you can't
Fight me, you pussy, you
Scared of the action, get
Laid down, that's traction
Subtraction, of brain cells
Reaction, distraction
That's why I'm above you
Like fraction, you lackin'
Compassion, imagine
Relaxing, then flashing
To crashing and burning
Like ashes, impaction
Proaction with passion
Abstraction, to my satisfaction
Exaction of power like I'm
Andrew Jackson
[Hook]
Y'all be on that sheep type
(ahyeah)
I be on my Peep type
(ahyeah)
Flexin' but you weak type
(ahyeah)
I be do'n that weep type
(ahyeah)
[Verse 2]
...
Been going through
Life and I ain’t got no
Strife
Death ‘round the corner but
I don’t see mourners, we
Shit out our lives, and do
Nothing but loiter, and
Pretend that our lives are
Important and accordant
With each other, the
Real shit is dormant, we
Play games with others
...
This shit a
Problem
[Outro Verse]
I cough on these bitches 'cause
I'm sick of all they bullshit
These females make me want to
Empty out a full clip
Met a nice girl when I
Was ready to commit
She had potential but
We argued and I blew it
[Hook]
She be on that freak type
(ahyeah)
Kiss her on the cheek type
(ahyeah)
Convo's on the deep type
(ahyeah)
Ridin' like a Jeep type
(ahyeah)