24Hrs Lyrics – Chief Keef | Skeletor

Read the complete 24Hrs Lyrics by Chief Keef from the album Skeletor along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I’m up twenty-four hours, stuff in my trousers
Looking down on you from the top of the tower
Twenty-four hours, twenty-four hours
N!gga, we got the same twenty, twenty-four hours
Twenty-four hours, no s*it, shave or shower
‘Til I put at least fifty thousand in my trousers
Twenty-four hours, twenty-four hours
Twenty-four shots, that’s for twenty-four cowards

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Twenty-four hours, I put twenty-fours on the coupe

Twenty-four hours, twenty-four n!ggas on your roof
Twenty-four hours, I’ma fly your b!tch back to you
Twenty-four hour bankroll, that’s what trapping do
Whenever I wake up, n!gga, that’s when my twenty-four start
Deuces on the front, I shoulda twenty-foured the whole car
I can show you how to stretch a twenty-four so far
Balling like I’m Kobe Bryant, twenty-four Sosa
N!gga, the trap open twenty-four just like Mickey D
Orange and black shoes looking like I’m going trick-or-treat
Chief Sosa like that all year round Christmas tre
ot the same twenty-four to do the same s*it as me

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Gucci Mane]
I’m up twenty-four hours, stuff in my trousers
Looking down on you from the top of the tower
Twenty-four hours, twenty-four hours
N!gga, we got the same twenty, twenty-four hours
Twenty-four hours, no s*it, shave or shower
‘Til I put at least fifty thousand in my trousers (Go)
Twenty-four hours (Go), twenty-four hours (Go)
Twenty-four shots, that’s for twenty-four cowards (Go)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Twenty-four hours, twenty-four minutes (What?)
East Atlanta, ’79, these rappers my children (What?)

I was trapping (??) by my mama’s house (??) (Damn)
Riding in my Chevy, it ain’t got no ceiling, yeah
Sosa, how you feel? ‘Cause I feel like cooking (Skrr)
It’s twenty years later and I’m still good looking (Facts)
Twenty-four hoes tryna fit in this section (Huh?)
These b!tches so fine, I done got an erection (Well, damn)
Twenty-four bowls, twenty-four O’s
Twenty-four days, I did twenty-four shows
Thirty days later, I did twenty-four more
She said she want the old ‘Wop, the fat one with the gold (It’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I’m up twenty-four hours, stuff in my trousers
Looking down on you from the top of the tower
Twenty-four hours, twenty-four hours
N!gga, we got the same twenty, twenty-four hours
Twenty-four hours, no s*it, shave or shower
‘Til I put at least fifty thousand in my trousers
Twenty-four hours, twenty-four hours
Twenty-four shots, that’s for twenty-four cowards

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Twenty-four..