Juice WRLD — Secure The Bag 24 Hours

[Intro] Ayy, hoo, uh [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 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Bridge] Oh-oh, let these fuck niggas know Oh, I'm down to go, I'm on go, I'm on go [Verse 2] 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 [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 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