Juice WRLD - 24 Hours (Secure the Bag) lyrics

Ayy, hoo, uh

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
Fuck nigga don't tempt me
Make 'em take off like a ten speed
Big ol' gun in the Fendi

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' niggas are demons in training
Shoot a fuck nigga 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 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 I'm FIFA, uh
Cracking cards and hoes, a bad
Bitch 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
Fuck ass nigga stop flodgin', uh
You know you don't got it
You know you don't got it
You know that you niggas don't got it
And if I don't got it I'm finna go get
It and flip that shit just for some profit
Yeah just for some profit
Anything for the dollars, yeah
Even shooting your father

Oh 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, uh, yeah
Fuck your ho after my show, yeah
She in love with the G-L-O, glo, huh, glo, uh
Taking a downer (Okay)
Fucking your bitch, '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 nigga 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, fuckin' that bitch from
The back through the
Zipper, ain't take off my trousers, yeah
Ayy 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
(You just livin' it) i been had the drip
You niggas just getting to get it
(Nigga, you just got it) i get it, get it
(yeah) , Jesse White, I'm finna flip it
Flip it (Skrrt)
I fuck that bitch in a minute minute (Uh)
I fuck that bitch for a minute minute

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
Fuck nigga don't tempt me
Make 'em take off like a ten speed
Big ol' gun in the Fendi