Average Night! lyrics

[Intro]
(Ha, no way, way, way)
(Ain't no way, huh, b*tch, no way, ain't no way, b*tch)
(Ain't no way, way, ain't no way, ain't no way, hey, hey)
(Ain't no way, ain't no way)
(Ain't no way, ain't no way, ain't no way)

[Chorus]
I'm with two bad b*tches eatin' Rasta pasta, my roster goated
This Prada, Adidas, all Balenciaga, this ain't no Gosha (No way)
We gon' put that boy up on a f*ckin' tee, I don't f*ck with posters
That Draco sittin' right on side of me, I don't need no holster
If you wanna leave, then lil' b*tch, just leave, I don't need no closure
Spent about 60K on motherf*ckin' jeans, next to my sofa

[Verse]
Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, 'cause I know these n*ggas be jealous
Gotta watch what you say 'round them new n*ggas, you know them n*ggas be tellin'
I'm the type to find out my b*tch gettin' f*cked and I ain't gon' sweat it
You type find out yo' ho gettin' sl*tty, you tryna go catch hеr
I'm the type, me and bro, wе friends, now f*ck it, let's go hit the next one
We the type to find out and go ask a b*tch, "Who really the best one?"
I'm the type, my b*tch ain't know what I want, I'ma hit your best friend
You the type go camp out just 'cause you heard that she at the west end
I'm the type of young n*gga ain't never had sh*t, now I be flexin'
You the type, lil' bro, still never had sh*t, now you out here stressin'
I'm the type of young n*gga, she gon' eat me up while I count my blessings
Nah, for real
Back of the Maybach, turn this b*tch to a B&B
If I tell my young n*ggas, "I won't get back," they flashin' like TMZ
She suckin' me so damn good, she ain't gon' stop 'til I blow like TNT
You keep on savin' these hoes, it's why you wan' kill yourself, you a EMT
I'm f*ckin' this ho with lil' O and then then it's back to the O like E-I-E
And my young n*ggas on poles, it's gon' be holes in the n*gga, no E-Y-E
I'm tryna tell ya
[Chorus]
I'm with two bad b*tches eatin' Rasta pasta, my roster goated
This Prada, Adidas, all Balenciaga, this ain't no Gosha (No way)
We gon' put that boy up on a f*ckin' tee, I don't f*ck with posters
That Draco sittin' right on side of me, I don't need no holster
If you wanna leave, then lil' b*tch, just leave, I don't need no closure
Spent about 60K on motherf*ckin' jeans, next to my sofa