330, the club finish

You scrollin' stories to see if your boy in it

You sendin' texts and calls, they all missin'

They want summertime fun, I'm onto fall visions

Wintertime made for flippin'

Voice notes on read, I never listen

Relationships and goals, they never mixin'

Wishin' wells, you toss coins to our commitment

I find out you too mixy, it's somethin' I can't mix with

Fill the spot in your life, I'm just tempin'

Strip clubs, it's frequent visits

Like Houston, I'm still tippin'

On this grind, crossin' finish lines, I just might limp in

Excuses don't make 'em complaints, they won't listen

Give you food for thought, you do the dishes

Took a wrong turn, then turned to heavy drinkin'

Mixin' drugs with heavy thinkin', thought it'd turn out different

Party talkin', I was rizzin'

I fumble, you end up missin'

Still remember them positions

But somethin' wasn't givin'

330, the club finish

This Migos it have me trippin'

Fuck whoever ain't come with us

Entourage **** mad, they got no rhythm

I inspire mood boards and homies to go and get it

I'm ballin' and pop my shit, I guess I'm out here Paul Pierce'n

With Jaelyn, we lane switchin'

Captain like Brunson, they stuck up in they feelings

Bumpin' Clipse in the trap, will we make it? Lord willing

Good guys turn villains, longer you in it

Drunk FaceTimes, I might sue Casamigos

Say I love you, but I'm out here hidin' 'bout three hoes

It get chilly, bring the shearlin's out, three-quarter peacoats

They hustle honorable, but we the ones gettin' C-notes

Smoke with Vice and reminisce about the different stages

Different bitches, different homies, that's on different pages

Still writin' all these chapters, out here paraphrasin'

And I done mastered a lot of shit, but I'm still impatient

Drunk calls, yeah, I might have to sue Henny

She don't like threesomes, me neither but if you let me

Huh, I knock it out the park