Lyrics Juice WRLD – 24 Hours (Secure The Bag)

Aye

Watch how they flock to the kid
Pill pop, nauseous again
Mama said I was born to win

Hands up, bitch this a stick up
Look up, my car like a spaceship
Smokin’ cookie bought ’em by the cases
This Dior on my feet ain’t no K-Swiss
My lil’ niggas are demons in training
Shoot a fuck nigga in the head
Head shots, head shots, no legs
I just want some head
Burberry on the bed (Ya dig?)
It cost to live how I live
I’m tryna roll off an E
Have your little bitch 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 im FIFA
Cracking cards and hoes, a bad bitch on a visa
Ain’t no boxing, ho, got my hand on my heater
Big ass choppa knockin’

Ooh oh, let these fuck niggas know
Oh, I’m down to go, I’m on go, I’m on go

Damn, sippin’ fours got me slow, yeah
Fuck your ho after my show, yeah
She in love with the G-L-O, glo, glo
Taking a downer, fucking your bitch ’bout to drown in her
I get the money profoundly
Count it up, count it up, bounce
Throw it on her ass she bounce it
Put it on the counter she count it
I didn’t even need to count it
I’m havin’ rich nigga problems
We got your business surrounded
I’m in the club with a .40 I told you I don’t need a bouncer
Fuckin’ that bitch from the back through the zipper ain’t take off my trousers
Off of a Percocet 30 and 10 I can fuck for an hour, hour, hour, hour, hour (24 hours)
This world is ours, you just livin’ in it
I been had the drip, you niggas just getting to get it
I get it get it, Jesse White I’m finna flip it, flip it
I fuck that bitch in a minute minute
I fuck that bitch for a minute minute

Watch how they flock to the kid
Pill pop, nauseous again
Mama said I was born to win
Okay cool bool, I’ma get it in
Okay cool bool, I’ma get it in
Secure the bag, yeah, I’ll go get it then
On yo ass, yeah, pull up with the tints
Fuck nigga don’t tempt me
Make ’em take off like a ten speed
Big ol’ gun in the Fendi