Avant Garde

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I'm just in the crib and it blown
Green OG talkin bout all that smoke
and when we mix it with the lighter know we never choke
We ain't smokin on that cab cause we know it be a joke
Pull up in the maserati the body be hanging low
Bad bitch on table kicking back all that snow
It been a few hours since i been asleep ykno
Also i'm level headed so you can call me woke
 
Get this shit publicized like the pope
I'm all up on the camp with the way i handle the ropes
I ain't really a writer but i sure be takin notes
Knowledge and intelligence is key realest shit i spoke
All this drip on me boy i'm feelin soaked
But even more thoughts in me i'm starting to evoke
Don't try me my anger and rage gon provoke
My career aboutta peak, yours is going down the slope
 
Oh no
 
Oh no
 
Message to the whole world i'mma take it right back, not with the click clack
Do you get that?
Another message to the whole world i'mma take ya'll out one at a time
Can we get a breath check, tic tac
The third message to the whole world when are ya'll gonna level up
I just checked facts.
The fourth message to the world it's a lesson i just stole your girl
This a diss track
 
I'm just in the crib and it blown
Green OG talkin bout all that smoke
and when we mix it with the lighter know we never choke
We ain't smokin on that cab cause we know it be a joke
Pull up in the maserati the body be hanging low
Bad bitch on table kicking back all that snow
It been a few hours since i been asleep ykno
Also i'm level headed so you can call me woke
 
Fifth Message i'mma settle this
I ain't in the lobby i'm loading my glizzys G List
So i'mma light em up like a furnace
Among the game i'm never known to miss
So if a boy getting cheeky i'mma pop'em like a cyst
But if a girl getting jiggy then you know i'm getting lit
If the ops come in, bullet blitz, boutta throw fits, do you get the gist?
We all know they gon lose, then they call it quits
 
Me and the whole squad we be hard,
We in this game of life and we playin the right cards
My boy the shuffle master nigga i just be the bard
I ain't lookin like no two face but i been scarred
All these niggas look roasted, maybe they just be charred
All these bitches i toast with they all be livin large
Let me take old me to the graveyard
Introduce a new life call me Avant Garde
 
I'm just in the crib and it blown
Green OG talkin bout all that smoke
and when we mix it with the lighter know we never choke
We ain't smokin on that cab cause we know it be a joke
Pull up in the maserati the body be hanging low
Bad bitch on table kicking back all that snow
It been a few hours since i been asleep ykno
Also i'm level headed so you can call me woke

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BigKA
Member since January 27 2018

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