24 Hours Young Scooter & Zaytoven (Ft. OJ da Juiceman)
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[Intro: Young Scooter]
Trap
Trap
Hahah
[?] in this bitch with me
Zaytoven
Juug
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
24 hours, the trap don't close
No rooms in my house, just scales and 25 stoves
24 hours, the trap don't close
I'm never going home, nigga, til the pack gone
Me and ZayTiggy, riding down Melrose
Quarter million worth of trap money, I spent that shit on clothes
24 hours, the trap don't clos
No rooms in my house, just scales and 25 stoves
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
I got 10 pies cooking at the same time
I don't sell clean, I remix all mine
Fuck a tripple beam, I buy bricks all the time
I don't drink lean, 'cause I be focused all the timе
I'm a real trap nigga, and I need all of mine
You bettеr keep a strap with you, these young niggas firing
500 degrees in the streets, everybody dying
Since a juvenile, I been on the trap time
You lil boys ain't never ran no spots
You lil boys, y'all gon' tell when the block get hot
You a real dick rider, you ain't got no gwop
Try to plot off on the street, get your bitch ass shot
Trap
Trap
Hahah
[?] in this bitch with me
Zaytoven
Juug
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
24 hours, the trap don't close
No rooms in my house, just scales and 25 stoves
24 hours, the trap don't close
I'm never going home, nigga, til the pack gone
Me and ZayTiggy, riding down Melrose
Quarter million worth of trap money, I spent that shit on clothes
24 hours, the trap don't clos
No rooms in my house, just scales and 25 stoves
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
I got 10 pies cooking at the same time
I don't sell clean, I remix all mine
Fuck a tripple beam, I buy bricks all the time
I don't drink lean, 'cause I be focused all the timе
I'm a real trap nigga, and I need all of mine
You bettеr keep a strap with you, these young niggas firing
500 degrees in the streets, everybody dying
Since a juvenile, I been on the trap time
You lil boys ain't never ran no spots
You lil boys, y'all gon' tell when the block get hot
You a real dick rider, you ain't got no gwop
Try to plot off on the street, get your bitch ass shot
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