Timothy 6:10 Joeyy (Ft. Rx Papi)

[Intro]
4am
Lito

[Verse 1: Joeyy]
Money counter beep like a fire alarm
You cannot conceive the attire I got on
You would not believe how many lines in my foam
Bank account look like I commit crime on my phone
'08, they used to die for these shades
True Religion jeans, I'm so stuck in my ways
Facy roll two-pack and let it burn like sage
Timothy 6:10, I just fold up the page
Step into a dark room turn it to to a rave
Every item I buy I watch the road get paved
Out of body of this cup I watch my soul get saved
So 1'd, Thomas Jefferson been rollin' in his grave
You're two, wе push your block on a axis
Brand new shoes got spikes likе a cactus
Baby bottle out the freezer, pour out like molasses
Cup came with a mattress, I'm sleep in the Saks 5th

[Verse 2: Rx Papi]
(Real RX)
Bitch talkin' 'bout how she love me, but I don't know if it's true
I pour Tris in my Mountain Dew, I'm high who the fuck are you?
Get some money what you better do
Glock turn a nigga to a vegetable
They say Pap unfinessable
You movin' too questionable
Up the raw, get hit with the tool
I spill drank on my tennis shoes
It's rose gold on my tennis chain
Paid two K for my Carti frames
She said she like swag, I’m like "I know you do"
She say, "Even though you got that mask on, I still know it's you"
Said, "You bust the fuck down, how you think I wouldn't notice you?"
My Glock in pocket, it’s the same size as 42
AP on my arm, it's not a forty-one, it's a forty-two
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