24 Hours lyrics

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Trap
Trap
Hahah
[?] in this b*tch 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, n*gga, til the pack gone
Me and ZayTiggy, riding down Melrose
Quarter million worth of trap money, I spent that sh*t on clothes
24 hours, the trap don't close
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
f*ck a tripple beam, I buy bricks all the time
I don't drink lean, 'cause I be focused all thе time
I'm a real trap n*gga, and I need all of mine
You bеtter keep a strap with you, these young n*ggas 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 di*k rider, you ain't got no guap
Try to plot off on the street, get your b*tch ass shot
[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, n*gga, til the pack gone
Me and ZayTiggy, riding down Melrose
Quarter million worth of trap money, I spent that sh*t on clothes
24 hours, the trap don't close
No rooms in my house, just scales and 25 stoves

[Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman]
Open 24, just like a Texico
Everything's a go, when you powered up with snow
Glock 27, with a 50, I'll swang my door, ayy
Bricks, pounds, ayy, I'm a serve the town, ayy
Stone Cold Steve Austin, Atlanta smack down
Julio Jones, once the pack touch down
You my wrist, you my wrist still cooking fee dawg
A1, Yolo, still jumping like a bullfrog
25 stoves, locked in like a bulldog
6 cellphones, got a n*gga on the move, yeah
Skrt skrt, get rich, skrt skrt, flip bricks
Skrt skrt, dodge a snitch, skrt skrt, stick like Call of Duty, b*tch

[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, n*gga, til the pack gone
Me and ZayTiggy, riding down Melrose
Quarter million worth of trap money, I spent that sh*t on clothes
24 hours, the trap don't close
No rooms in my house, just scales and 25 stoves