Lyrics:
get high
No I'm not trying to beef with you I'm ducking feds I'm ducking time
The city know that imma shoot 24/7 clutching mine
we treat your hood just
playin Screw
Taking these drugs by the two
Rollin just like bandicoot
Come and make Love on the Moon aye
Living like nothin to lose
I been runnin chasing
the fuck is you sayin
'cause I was ; so caught up in the movin and white that I was
Gone 24-7 a night and I didn't
Give a fuck if I was wrong or was right
it by my lonely
CB4 gangsters man they so gusto
24/7 all I do is hustle
Old folks in the hood call me p man
Double cups Styrofoam I sip lean man
screened
Just well schemed
I'm trying to have wealth for
My well being by 18 pockets healthy green
What the fuck is 12 beans?
I need the cake and cream
Quickly realized it became nine to nine
Twenty-four-seven-three-sixty-five
A process that separated me from my life
Need to unplug but you're still online
a new stick the clip look like a ruler
Dont pull up on me unless you gotta shootah
I got a five-seven my bitch got a ruger
Don't want no bump you get
Makin loot, even made the news in my gator shoes
Three fifty seven glock, nine, a tech twenty two
Everything I ride in on at least twenty twos
It's
into serpent. (Exud. 7: 9 - 12)
Exodus 7:9-12 (New International Version)
9 “When Pharaoh says to you, ‘Perform a miracle,' then say to caron, ‘Take
from G-Ro committed to slanging blow
Doublin' dough 24-7
Fuck po-po's I'm blowin' dro out the Ac Legend
Running wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 4-4's
Blaze pull up with the weed
And my ex keep calling, said she saw me in the mag
And that one trailer for a brand new EP on the Jag
Want that Uzi by my
hängen, 24
7, egal ob Nord, Süd, West oder Osten
Pass' mir den Stoff, ich
Zerfetz' mit der Glock
Weltweit Whack-MCs von Bangkok bis Roswell
Ride, ride
with a silver spoon
Well niggas I love they traded on me like 69 did to Jimmy Jones
I was in the back seat 24/7 thinking where did I go wrong
Niggas I
With Cool Ring tones
On The 3rd Came A Cool New Bag
Courtesy Of My Mom And My Dad
The Forth Was Tight Got A Cool New Bike
Its Crazy Like 24 Speeds
anyway
I'm 'bout to throw them 24's on that Escalade
Still I got the Mickey T's on the Chevrolet
Z-7-1, the mere sight'll take your breath away
It's
on
24's
On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!"
Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a
fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put
Mahal
I could take you very far
You should
Kotch and relax
Breaking your back
It's the Benji effect
Bin on my grind
Try-Na find a new hustle
Days go by
(Marco
Oh is that victor?)
Yeah (bitch), it’s a new age, it’s a new way to get payed (this the new way to get payed)
Yeah (damn right), this a new
a acrobat
I woke up, thinking foreign car
But the Cadillac
Got a nigga sitting in a daze
24's hittin switches, sitting sideways
Trae flipping through
the drank for the pain
All that bullshit really you lame
We open 24/7 the trapstore open
My brudda sleep off the lean he dozing
Soon as he woke up he got up
nat, get traded like mello
Big body matte black outside yellow
Fucking with a white boy raised in the ghetto
Peeping through the blind 24 damn 7
People
five, six, seven, eight, nine, dek, el, doh
"Dek" and "el" being two entirely new signs, meaning ten and eleven
Single digits
And his twelve, "doh",
24/7
Put the darkness on
We forgot we wanted more
We will conquer
We will rise a new world
You and me we'll refill
Sea of love
Time goes crawling by
I make a wish for you, 11 11
Bands on you, 24/7
When I'm around you, feel like heaven
When I'm around you, feel like heaven
I was out my head outside
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