24 Hours ft. Tumer Beets & Jacky Buckets Lyrics

Yeah, slimin' you out, ouu, yeah

I'm slimin' you out, ouu

Kickin' you out

Bitch I'm the king, need a crown

You do not know the amount

Walk in the bank, and you frown

I just might smoke me a pound

I'm 'bouta pour me an ounce

And your money, it go down

I was lost, but now I'm found (hol up)

Know they fuckin' with the bounce

New watch with the bezel in brown

Poppin' a seal every morning

Crackin' a seal every morning

I put a bean on my stomach

Out in the streets, boy, it ain't no lovin'

When you can't see, you gon' think they bluffin'

Out in the streets, boy, it ain't no lovin'

Bentayga truck sittin' outside

But don't give me the keys, I forgot how to whip

Head to my toe, covered in Louis V

Bought a Birkin bag for your bitch

No- No, you can never be me

Can't do what I do to get rich

Stackin' bills up, I've just been rolling in green

It feel like I live in a ditch

Mofuckers talkin' on digital

They like to talk from a distance

Gang comin' down in the courtroom

I'm never gon' fall, I can't snitch

Audemars, Audemars, Audemars Piquet

Man you see that shit shine from a distance

Done with the Chrome, I'm done with the Balmain

Bitch, I went and got me some Ricks

One more night, I'ma need me some help, bitch

One more night, I'm a geek from hell

One more night, I'ma lose myself, bitch

24 hours, I'm kickin' you out (one more night)

They tryna take me down, cause I got paper (hol up, woah)

Think this lil bit' want my gown, but that's not my lady (hol up)

Backin' up on the ho, just like I'm Mater (huh, huh)

Bitch love me like devil, man, she look like Satan (hol up, woah)

And I'm with my bitch, they know that's my baby (hol up, hol up)

One of my dogs tried to snitch, but that shit don't phase me

You tryna fuck with the kid, but your ass too lazy

Run up on me, I'ma call up my twin, he got like twenty-some lasers

White diamond all on the wrist, Swiss, not plain

I just doubled up my red cup like it's full of tomatoes

Why you been all on my dick, just stop playin'

Why you been all on my-

I mix diamonds in the Wocky cup

Bitch gave me that Wocky slush

And googly eyes got me too high

I'm so high, I'm forever up

At the same time with three hoes

I'm in the hoop like D Rose

I want the M's like the Cheerios

And bitch I'm not tearin' up