Avant Garde lyrics

[FanningSystems]
I want a bottomless fifth and full chalice
Versace herachi's but still rock New balance
With a 03 Lexus, still want BBS's
Ah sh*t
Ain't talking bout replicas
Want to stage a car wreck and scheme a settlement
While your mans sentence served over soliciting embezzlement
Tactics, jurassic
Tobacconis occupy the spliff that we passing
Most known unknown
I spit the gift 40 hours week
With ain't no health insurance, battle wit the power to speak
Power to speak, power to speak, powers to speak
Powers that be, GODDAMN
I want another mixed person I can spend my life with
Lobster mac n cheese with bacon and all the spices
I want to have kids at a reasonable age
When I can afford to do so comfortably

[Elias]
I want suicides on that maybach
While I’m passenger and I kick back
I want versace linen my bedspread
I want Medusa looking while I through it back
I want Audemars and a Patek Phillip
Want my Rollie iced so frosty, so sweet
I wanna make enough stacks to buy a house every week
Shoe game so ill Balenciaga on the feet
[Dan Louis]
What I want?
sh*t lot of money and no fame
Said lotta brains and no games
But no one tell me what I gotta gain
I'm tryna graduate and leave the state
Grab a fourty at circle K
Said lotta people keep circling me
I been a threat so the opp on the map, they circle me
Said put the pin all on the board, they looking for me
Who do I trust if I don't trust myself
I'm down on my own and I lust for green
Said they homie just died like yesterday
So how do I feel, someone tell me please
I'm tryna just sell my soul I'm all in the breeze
I'm tryna just be like the trees and stay around all the leafs

[Elias]
Balicaega oh my god-a
I just wanna whole lotta dollars in my pocket
I'ma do the dun da da
Ya feel that, ya hear bro
I wanna wear Moschino, I wanna get high
I wanna reach a f*cking c-note
I wanna spend a milli at a f*cking casino
I wanna steal yo man and all the muthaf*ckas he know
Need a sugar daddy to pay my debtses
Buy me tamagachi sippin saki and moetses
I don't give a f*ck I’m a b*tch, I’ll test this
Sick my dogs on your ass in that Lexus
Baby girl, how you know your man ain’t test this
Got his toes curlin’, callin me the bestest
Why the f*ck he fronting
Act like he like breastes
I got them receipts girl, I got them textes
Want a Masarti with them Gucci guts
Get murked by a queen
Call that princess cut, b*tch