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juice wrld - outta pocket lyrics

[intro: juice wrld]
i’m high, and i’m nauseous
oops, i meant obnoxious
gang gang gang
these hoes flockin’
these n-ggas watchin’
runnin’ outta options’
gettin’ outta pocket

[chorus: juice wrld]
these hoes watchin’
these n-ggas flockin’
runnin’ outta options
gettin’ outta pocket
these hoes watchin’
these n-ggas flockin’
runnin’ outta options
gettin’ outta pocket

[verse 1: juice wrld]
i see fake sh-t almost every day
choppa get the beats like dr. dre
drunk off percocets, and alizé
i get high, so i feel numb, so it’s okay
my problems is there, but i just run away
xanny my umbrella, for a rainy day
these n-ggas ain’t straight, look like g-y parade
choppa got a gold tip like flava flav
member i ain’t had no gun, i used the razor blade
it was still a drill, when i came around, i feel like major pain
prince up in that double cup, i been sippin’ purple rain
i be throwin’ hands and throwin’ bands, never throwin’ shade

[chorus: juice wrld]
these hoes watchin’
runnin’ outta options
gettin’ outta pocket
these hoes watchin’
these n-ggas flockin’
runnin’ outta options, yuh, one take gang

[verse 2: juice wrld]
runnin’ outta options, i was given too many
i save all my money, i’m not spendin’ a penny
boy i’m lyin’, i just spent 2 thousand up in supreme
over sh-t i don’t wear, i don’t f-ck with them jeans
i still bought em, cause i couldn’t remember when i couldn’t
wish a n-gga would, i never wish a n-gga wouldn’t
run up on me, no he shouldn’t
oh no, no he shouldn’t
pull up on him with that choppa, like oh no he didn’t
pull up on him, with my roof, you know that sh-t was missin’
ufc, he wanna fight, my fist put him in submission
i don’t f-ck with p-ssies, but i still beat up the kitten
he was totin’ a taurus, n-gga i was totin’ a smith and

[chorus: juice wrld]
watchin’, these hoes watchin’
runnin’ outta options
gettin’ outta pocket
these hoes flockin’
these n-ggas flockin’
runnin’ outta options
gettin’ outta pocket

[verse 3: valee & juice wrld]
i made ten racks [?] but i don’t gamble
i still be telling your hoe “hey bae”
i never had a minimum wage day (not going through that, i never had to)
my exotic loud it came with a preamp
i spend a stack on a room it’s only one keycard
i ride 26s even and sweet (i ride 26s even and)
i’m f-cking these b-tches put them to sleep (these b-tches but i don’t love them)
she wan’ kick it but i’m at [?] (kick it)
don’t run up because i’ma fan fan (don’t do that and i don’t even gotta c-ck it)
that front row yeah that my fam fam (that’s my fam fam)
oh d-mn, hundred racks on me i’m still
shopping at costcos and sam’s (shopping at costcos and sam’s)
yeah yeah
freestyle the whole song, i don’t even care
you unaware that your b-tch over here in her underwear
that vvs on my wrist is lookin’ like a solar flare
my choppa like a home run, get that n-gga outta here
goin’, goin’, gone
transform to a car, like megatron
f-ck yo b-tch, i glow up in the dark, i feel like tron
i choose you, she come and suck my ball like pokemon
call of duty, with that choppa, watch how all my n-ggas sp-wn
cal me juice osam, walkin’ and i’m flyer than that bomb

[outro: juice wrld]
uh, huh
these hoes flockin’
runnin’ outta options

- juice wrld lyrics

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