Joeyy - Timothy 6:10 lyrics

4am lito

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 to it 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 put 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

(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)