24 Hours (World Is Ours) Juice WRLD

[Intro]
Aye

[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 yo' 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

[Verse 1]
Hands up, this is a stick up
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 lеgs
I just want some head
Burberry on thе bed (Ya dig?)
It cost to live how I live
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 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'
Bullet hole in your noggin
Fuck ass nigga stop floggin
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