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Lil Dilly - 24/7 Lyrics



Lil Dilly - 24/7 Lyrics




Hop out of bed and get high
Airs on my feet I'm fly
Step on a pedal
I'm rollin up in the rental
I get to the bag and I slide

Ooh, fine, she wanna ride
Watch on my wrist ain't ever on time
I'm in the booth cookin' up 9 to 5, let's go
I'm gettin' money I'm fine

Uh, damn, ball like Durant
Blowin' this money I feel like the fan
Cop some designer to hold up my pants
I ain't got no more room for these bands

Airs on my feet I ain't never gon' land
I'm in the booth with a blunt in my hand
Smoke all the weed that's a whole lotta grams
Finna pick up a pack and I'll do it again

Walk on the beat
I be drippin' like a sink
Lotta ice like a rink
He want the smoke I told him we should link

I run it up like seven days a week
I be runnin' it up like even in my sleep
Three hundred for some Nikes on my feet
I got a bag on me just like a Brinks

Uh, racks, they comin' in
Pack lookin' like it just came out the gym
We talkin' bands I need some of them
We talkin' bands then I need me an M
I'ma need me like ten

He tryna beef on the gram and I know that he just be a fan
Got off my ass and I got straight to workin I might f*ck around and just cop me a Benz

I turn it up let's go
Used to sell weed on the low, uh
Still gon be smokin' that dope
Water on me like a boat
Told my mama I ain't goin' broke

Got a bad bitch, I ain't f*ck with no ho
I'm switchin' lanes everybody too slow
I'm finna get to that bag then i'm gone
Finna hang up that shit if you hit up my phone, uh, uh

Hop out of bed and get high
Airs on my feet I'm fly
Step on a pedal
I'm rollin up in the rental
I get to the bag and I slide

Ooh, fine, she wanna ride
Watch on my wrist ain't ever on time
I'm in the booth cookin' up 9 to 5, let's go
I'm gettin' money I'm fine

Uh, damn, ball like Durant
Blowin' this money I feel like the fan
Cop some designer to hold up my pants
I ain't got no more room for these bands

Airs on my feet I ain't never gon' land
I'm in the booth with a blunt in my hand
Smoke all the weed that's a whole lotta grams
Finna pick up a pack and I'll do it again
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Hop out of bed and get high
Airs on my feet I'm fly
Step on a pedal
I'm rollin up in the rental
I get to the bag and I slide

Ooh, fine, she wanna ride
Watch on my wrist ain't ever on time
I'm in the booth cookin' up 9 to 5, let's go
I'm gettin' money I'm fine

Uh, damn, ball like Durant
Blowin' this money I feel like the fan
Cop some designer to hold up my pants
I ain't got no more room for these bands

Airs on my feet I ain't never gon' land
I'm in the booth with a blunt in my hand
Smoke all the weed that's a whole lotta grams
Finna pick up a pack and I'll do it again

Walk on the beat
I be drippin' like a sink
Lotta ice like a rink
He want the smoke I told him we should link

I run it up like seven days a week
I be runnin' it up like even in my sleep
Three hundred for some Nikes on my feet
I got a bag on me just like a Brinks

Uh, racks, they comin' in
Pack lookin' like it just came out the gym
We talkin' bands I need some of them
We talkin' bands then I need me an M
I'ma need me like ten

He tryna beef on the gram and I know that he just be a fan
Got off my ass and I got straight to workin I might f*ck around and just cop me a Benz

I turn it up let's go
Used to sell weed on the low, uh
Still gon be smokin' that dope
Water on me like a boat
Told my mama I ain't goin' broke

Got a bad bitch, I ain't f*ck with no ho
I'm switchin' lanes everybody too slow
I'm finna get to that bag then i'm gone
Finna hang up that shit if you hit up my phone, uh, uh

Hop out of bed and get high
Airs on my feet I'm fly
Step on a pedal
I'm rollin up in the rental
I get to the bag and I slide

Ooh, fine, she wanna ride
Watch on my wrist ain't ever on time
I'm in the booth cookin' up 9 to 5, let's go
I'm gettin' money I'm fine

Uh, damn, ball like Durant
Blowin' this money I feel like the fan
Cop some designer to hold up my pants
I ain't got no more room for these bands

Airs on my feet I ain't never gon' land
I'm in the booth with a blunt in my hand
Smoke all the weed that's a whole lotta grams
Finna pick up a pack and I'll do it again
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Writer: Dylan David
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Performed By: Lil Dilly
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Dylan David
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