Average Night!

By Autumn!

On Solitary 2

Released on April 16, 2024

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[Intro]

(Ha, no way, way, way)

(Ain't no way, huh, bitch, no way, ain't no way, bitch)

(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 bitches 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 fuckin' tee, I don't fuck with posters

That Draco sittin' right on side of me, I don't need no holster

If you wanna leave, then lil' bitch, just leave, I don't need no closure

Spent about 60K on motherfuckin' jeans, next to my sofa


[Verse]

Margiela, Margiela, Margiela, 'cause I know these niggas be jealous

Gotta watch what you say 'round them new niggas, you know them niggas be tellin'

I'm the type to find out my bitch gettin' fucked and I ain't gon' sweat it

You type find out yo' ho gettin' slutty, you tryna go catch hеr

I'm the type, me and bro, wе friends, now fuck it, let's go hit the next one

We the type to find out and go ask a bitch, "Who really the best one?"

I'm the type, my bitch 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 nigga ain't never had shit, now I be flexin'

You the type, lil' bro, still never had shit, now you out here stressin'

I'm the type of young nigga, she gon' eat me up while I count my blessings

Nah, for real

Back of the Maybach, turn this bitch to a B&B

If I tell my young niggas, "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 fuckin' this ho with lil' O and then then it's back to the O like E-I-E

And my young niggas on poles, it's gon' be holes in the nigga, no E-Y-E

I'm tryna tell ya


[Chorus]

I'm with two bad bitches 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 fuckin' tee, I don't fuck with posters

That Draco sittin' right on side of me, I don't need no holster

If you wanna leave, then lil' bitch, just leave, I don't need no closure

Spent about 60K on motherfuckin' jeans, next to my sofa