Dire Joeyy (Ft. Marlon DuBois)

[Verse: Joeyy & Marlon DuBois]
Big cup full of Nostrum it same color Tiffany
Me and Marlon toast the mud then we have epiphany
If I end up up this glockie you gon' sing a symphony

I wonder why my drink keeps changing colors
Theory Master I don’t need a co-signer
Why do I still have to give you a reminder
Smoke 2 it makes my eyes tired

I crave a deuce I need it like it's dire
Five thousand for the fit, keep up with my attire
'Giela's on I cap but I'm not a liar
When I walk inside of Saks I can hear the choir

Know my name I’m the theory supplier
I’m Joeyy I just wrote a song, but I’m not a writer
Shoes made from leather but it’s not alligator
I don’t remember the cost I’m not a calculator

I'm not wearing Lacoste I got that P.P. on my shirt
Like I pissed on my cloth, this Trissy make my teeth hurt
I'm gon' jump out the gym and I'm gon' land my feet first
I'm reciting my hymn, in the mirror I'm Him

Somebody said that you were tryna mention us
You get 1 chance, you’re not different from the rest of us
You can’t get close to me ‘cause I have an expensive trust
Walk inside the Saks Fifth I don’t even pay for stuff