Timothy 6:10

[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 (1)