330

330 the club finish
You scrolling stories to see if ya boy in it
You sending texts and calls they all missing
They want summer time fun Im on to fall visions
Winter time made for flippin
Voice notes on read I never listen
Relationships & goals they never mixing
Wishing wells you toss coins to our commitment
I find out you too mixy its something I can't mix with
Fill the spot in ya life im just temping
Strip clubs its frequent visits
Like Houston I'm still tippin
On this grind Crossing 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 than I turned to heavy drinking
Mixing drugs with heavy thinking I thought it'll turn out different
Party talkin I was rizzin
I fumble you end up missing
Still Remember them positions
But something wasn't giving
330 the club finish
This Migos have me trippin
Fuck whoever ain't come with us
Entourage niggas mad they got no rythim
I inspire mood boards & homiess to go and get it
I'm ballin and pop my shit I guess I'm out Paul piercing
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 turned villains longer you in it

Drunk factimes I might sue casamigos
Say I love you but I'm out here hiding bout 3 hoes
It get chilly bring the shearlings out 3 quarter peacoats
They hustle honorable but we the ones getting c notes
I smoke with Vice and reminisce about the different stages
Different bitches different homies that's on different pages
Still writing all these chapters out here paraphrasing
And I done mastered a lot of shit but I'm still impatient
Drunk calls yea I might have to sue Henny
She don't like 3some me neither but if you let me



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