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

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