[Hook: J-Definition]
Catch me drifting on the drive home
Send the beacon
Tryna push it to the side, nah
They can't reach him
She told me meet me at the dive bar
Off the deep end
I'm tryna finish on a high note
For the weekend

I put $250 on the bottles
The money we spent
That shit that got be feeling hallow
The shit be leaking
The drip it compliment the cosmos
Any season
You swear they'd put that on the Bible
But never speak it

[Verse 1: J-Definition]
Yeah, I'm drifting, goin' 95
My new shit need autopilot
Pistons is kickin'
She send the beacon and I oblige
Ain't do no shit in secret
Like police unidentified
Belong to the streets and that's just some shit she can't set aside

We meet after dinnertime
I pull up, I stand in line
She couldn't have did it
The fit expensive, they recognize
No stress about the check
But shit, the next man gon' let her down
'Cause I could set the bar
But she still ask for another round

Topic switch: something more profound
She reaching, can't hold her now
Lot of misconceptions bout the blessings I told 'em bout
Cause I don't go invest unless some lessons gon' come about
Y'all some urban legends when it comes to these references

Telly gon' tell 'em, it's evident
How?
When they be ghosted?
Clock hit once in a while
Ain't moving both hands
Shawty venomous, never vile
Charm me, but don't dance
Ain't gon' tell me if she have the funds or don't

[Hook: J-Definition]
So she banking on the drive home
Send the beacon
Try to push it to the side, nah
They can't reach him
She told me meet me at the dive bar
We off the deep end
I'm tryna finish on a high note
For the weekend

She put $250 on the bottles
The money we spent
That shit that got be feeling hallow
The shit be leaking
The drip it compliment the cosmos
Any season
You swear they'd put that on the Bible
But never speak it

[Verse 2: Hotelroom]
Niggas out her acting like some bitches but I been here
Mama always told me "boy, be careful who you friends with"
And I been on my grind every day, yeah that's some pimp shit
Me and J-Def scratched the Benz off the wish-list
Now I gotta put a couple twins on my hitlist
I only love the money, yeah these bitches who pretentious
If a nigga disrespect me, then we finna spin shit
Patience, I need patience and some forgiveness
I got the dro right, I got the pole right
I got some stupid bitches out here on the low right
I got these bad hoes tryna fucking blow right
And we gon go right til the fuckin morn'

[J-Definition]
And we go all in, we geekin
It's not even a bar we tend to frequent
Probably be the night where she gon do something indecent
Shawty went decided when she pulling up, we leaving

So we drifting on the drive home
Send the beacon
Tryna push it to the side, nah
They can't reach him
She told me meet me at the dive bar
Off the deep end
I'm tryna finish on a high note
For the weekend

I put $250 on the bottles
The money we spent
That shit that got be feeling hallow
The shit be leaking
The drip it compliment the cosmos
Any season
You swear they'd put that on the Bible
But never speak it