Juice WRLD

"24 Hours"

[Intro]
Ayy, hoo, uh

[Chorus]
Watch how they flock to the kid, yeah, uh, yeah
Pill pop, nauseous again, yeah, what? Ayy
Mama said I was born to win, yeah, ayy
Okay cool, bool, I'ma get it in, yeah, ayy
Okay cool, bool, I'ma get it in, yeah, ayy
Secure the bag, yeah, I'll go get it then, yeah, ayy
On your ass, yeah, pull up with the tints, yeah, ooh
f*ck n*gga don't tempt me
Make 'em take off like a ten speed
Big ol' gun in the Fendi

[Verse 1]
Hands up, uh, this is a stickup, uh
Look up, my car like a spaceship
Smokin' cookie, buy that by the cases
This Dior on my feet, ain't no K-Swiss
My lil' n*ggas are demons in training
Shoot a f*ck n*gga in the head
Headshots, headshots, no legs, ooh
I just want some head, ooh
Burberry on the bed (Ya dig?)
It cost to live how I live, ooh
I'm tryna roll off a mid
Have your little b*tch swallow my kids
Off the molly, feel like Lil' Bill
Lord knows I love my pills
Lord knows I love my thrills, and clothes
I got kicks like I'm FIFA, uh
Cracking cards and hoes, a bad b*tch on a visa, uh
Ain't no boxing, ho, got my hand on my heater
Big ass choppa knockin', uh
Bullet hole in your noggin, uh
f*ck ass n*gga stop flashin', uh
You know you don't got it, you know you don't got it
You know that you n*ggas don't got it
And if I don't got it I'm finna go get it and flip that sh*t just for some profit, yeah
Just for some profit
Anything for the dollars, yeah, even shooting your father

[Bridge]
Oh-oh, let these f*ck n*ggas know
Oh, I'm down to go, I'm on go, I'm on go

[Verse 2]
Damn, sippin' fours got me slow, uh, yeah
f*ck your ho after my show, yeah
She in love with the G-L-O, glo, huh, glo, uh
Taking a downer (Okay)
f*cking your b*tch, 'bout to drown in her (Okay)
I get the money profoundly (Okay)
Count it up, count it up, bounce (Ayy)
Throw it on her ass she bounce it (Ayy)
Put it on the counter, she count it (Ayy)
Think I need me an accountant, uh
I'm havin' rich n*gga problems
We got your business surrounded (Ayy)
Ayy, I'm in the club with a .40, I told you I don't need a bouncer (Ayy)
Ayy, f*ckin' that b*tch from the back through the zipper, ain't take off my trousers, yeah, ayy
Off of a Percocet 30 and 10, I can f*ck for an hour, hour, hour, hour, hour (24 hours)
This world is ours, you just livin' in it (You just livin' it)
I been had the drip, you n*ggas just getting to get it (n*gga, you just got it)
I get it, get it (Yeah), Jesse White, I'm finna flip it, flip it (Skrrt)
I f*ck that b*tch in a minute minute (Uh)
I f*ck that b*tch for a minute minute

[Chorus]
Watch how they flock to the kid, yeah, uh, yeah
Pill pop, nauseous again, yeah, what? Ayy
Mama said I was born to win, yeah, ayy
Okay cool, bool, I'ma get it in, yeah, ayy
Okay cool, bool, I'ma get it in, yeah, ayy
Secure the bag, yeah, I'll go get it then, yeah, ayy
On your ass, yeah, pull up with the tints, yeah, ooh
f*ck n*gga don't tempt me
Make 'em take off like a ten speed
Big ol' gun in the Fendi

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