72 Hours ft. Big VO Lyrics

Catch a flight and switch the scenery for my peace

Bad bitch on my side, looking like she Angel Reese

Running up a check like an athlete in some Nike fleece

Houston to Atlanta, yeah, I'm trying to see a Georgia peach

72 hours

72 hours

72 hours

I'm in Houston, fell in love with a stripper

She in my ear, asking me if I could tip ha

I'm having fun so I really wanna flip ha

But I can't cause I'm here for a few nights

72 hours, could change ya life

Me and Ceej turning up in Area 29

Three missed a hell of a night

Had me reminiscing while I'm sitting on my flight

I'm like damn, I live a hell of a life

Running up a check, man I'm really having fun

Getting band after band, they keep asking if I'm done

First night in Houston, man a nigga had to run

But that's a whole 'nother story

Because we got forty

Eight more hours

Champagne showers

Going downtown and we looking at the towers

Young black kings, man we got a lot of power

My bruddas getting clean

Just to hang out at 5015

With the old heads and we steady sipping drink

Drinking too much man I'm starting to lean

Fucking up, my damn kidneys

For 72 hours

72 hours

72 hours

Catch a flight and switch the scenery for my peace

Bad bitch on my side, looking like she Angel Reese

Running up a check like an athlete in some Nike fleece

Houston to Atlanta, yeah, I'm trying to see a Georgia peach

72 hours

72 hours

72 hours

That first night, I'm thinking that I ain't gonna make it back home on the flight 'cause we got into some shit

But still, I'm with Ant Rich

I'm throwing 15 bands, nigga, yeah, we rich

And we hanging out in Houston

If she ain't shaking ass, I swear she useless

She asking me what I do for a living, painting blueprints

Baby girl, I do this

Fee from the 'Ville hit my phone, I'm like, who this?

Say she wanna go out the country she like them cruise ships

But right now, I'm in Texas with the vibes and the guys

Throwing George Washington up to the sky

Every time we switch locations, we always get in some shit

Every time I hit another city, get another bitch

And new memories with my Vruddas

Gotta catch this flight

Gotta make it to my mama and my baby

Bitches in my city out here moving shady

I'll be damned if I let another one have my baby

Gainesville's Very Own, but I know the city hate me

Tomorrow, we gonna be in Atlanta, not in Decatur

Houstonlantavegas looking like we play Raiders

Make her rake it up because a nigga throwing all this

paper

72 hours, 72 hours, 72 hours

And if we sharing this time, all of it is ours

On this fucking mountain, looking like a tower

GVO, nigga