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juice wrld – outta pocket (studio session) lyrics

[intro]
i’m high and i’m nauseous
oops, i meant obnoxious, uh+huh
gang, gang gang gang, one sec
these hoes flockin’ (yeah)
these n+ggas watchin’ (what? what? what?)
runnin’ outta options (yeah, huh, yeah, huh)
gettin’ outta pocket (huh, huh, huh)

[chorus]
these hoes watchin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
these n+ggas flockin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
runnin’ outta options (yeah, yeah, yeah, swag)
gettin’ outta pocket (yeah, swag, yeah, sauce)
these hoes watchin’ (sauce)
these n+ggas flockin’ (yeah)
runnin’ outta options (yeah)
gettin’ outta pocket, ayy
[verse 1]
ayy, i see fake sh+t almost every day, huh (d+mn)
choppa get the beats like dr. dre (tu+tu+tu)
drunk off percocet and alizé (yeah, yeah)
i get high so i feel numb, so it’s okay (hey, hey)
my problems is there but i just run away (hey, hey)
xanny my umbrella for a rainy day, yeah, ayy (hey, hey)
these n+ggas ain’t straight, look like g+y parade (huh)
choppa got a gold tip like flava flav, yeah, ayy (yeah, d+mn)
‘member i ain’t had no gun, i used the razor blade (on god)
it was still a drill, when i came around, i feel like major payne (ya’ dig?)
prince up in that double cup, i been sippin’ purple rain (ya’ dig?)
i be throwin’ hands and throwin’ bands, never throwin’ shade, (ya’ dig, man?)

[chorus]
flockin’
these hoes watchin’ (yeah)
runnin’ outta options (yeah)
gettin’ outta pocket, ayy
these hoes watchin’ (ya’ dig?)
these n+ggas flockin’ (ya’ dig?)
runnin’ outta options, yeah (that sh+t so hard)
one take gang, uh, uh (hahaha)

[verse 2]
runnin’ outta options, i was given too many (okay)
i save all my money, i’m not spendin’ a penny
boy, i’m lyin’, i just spent two thousand up in supreme
over sh+t i don’t wear, i don’t f+ck with them jeans, yeah, yeah (hahaha)
i still bought ’em, cause i couldn’t remember when i couldn’t (yeah)
wish a n+gga would, i never wish a n+gga wouldn’t, huh
run up on me, no he shouldn’t, uh oh, no he shouldn’t, huh (ya’ dig?)
pull up on him with that choppa, like “oh no, he didn’t” (yeah)
pull up on him with my roof, you know that sh+t was missin’ (uh+huh)
ufc, he wanna fight, my fist put him in submission, (uh+huh)
i don’t f+ck with p+ssies, but i still beat up the kitten, (uh+huh)
he was totin’ a taurus, n+gga i was totin’ a smith and (uh+huh, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
watchin’
these hoes watchin’ (options)
runnin’ outta option
gettin’ outta pocket
these hoes flockin’ (sauce)
these n+ggas flockin’ (yeah)
runnin’ outta options
gettin’ outta pocket

[verse 3]
yeah, ayy, huh
freestyle a 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 your b+tch, i glow up in the dark, i feel like tron
i choose you, she come and suck my ball like pokemon
yeah, yeah, yeah
call of duty with that choppa, watch how all my n+ggas sp+wn
call me juice osam’, walkin’ and i’m flyer than that bomb, hey, yeah
i told her she can have some fun over here (some fun over here)
we got funs over here
ain’t no fightin’, ain’t no [?], we got guns over here, yeah
ayy, i never heard what [?] (gang, gang)
told her she got fun over here
we got funs over here
ain’t no fire, ain’t no feast, we got guns over here
smokin’ poud of gelato, we got lungs over here (smoke dope)
smart b+tches givin’ brain but they dumb over here
i’m a rich boy, you’s a bum over here, ayy (rich)
i’ma shoot once, you can smell it in the air, ayy (tu+tu+tu+tu)
looked him in his face, b+tch, and all i saw was fear (lil’ b+tch)
houdini with this nina, shoot ’em, make ’em disappear
ay, get ’em out of here, red coats boolin’ back just like paul revere (slatt)
ay, looking in the mirror, i’m the man of the year (yeah)
me and no limit coming strong, i can make it clear (150)
you been smoking mid, get that sh+t up out of here (yew)
that’s not really weave, get that sh+t up out yo’ hair (lil’ b+tch)
he said he gon’ k!ll me, i told him “i ain’t scared,” (lil’ b+tch)
told me “go to h+ll,” lil b+tch i been there (lil’ b+tch), lil b+tch i been there (lil’ b+tch)
money spend there, f+ck that b+tch get in there, she think that i love her, i had to pretend there (frr)
i’m gon’ make you whip just like a [?]
f+ck that b+tch one time (hold on, hold on, hold on)
that sh+t is fast, huh, i almost one take that ho, a bit
we got guns over here
ayy, og gelato in my lungs over here
smart b+tches givin’ brain but they go dumb over here (one take gang)
f+ck that b+tch like she a christian, speakin’ tongues over here (one take gang)
pop a perky, not the 30, i go numb over here (one take gang)
40 drum over here, 50 drum over here
double deuces out this glizzy, glizzy drum over here
titties drums in here, ayy, ayy (one take gang)
let it out, pull a cut
air it out (one take gang)
you ain’t talkin’ money? n+gga, what you talkin’ ’bout?
my .40 [?] two tousands [?] then walk it out
that sh+t is fast, hold on
call of duty with that choppa, watch how all my n+ggas sp+wn
call me juice osam’, walkin’ and i’m flyer than that bomb, hey, yeah
[chorus]
watchin’
these hoes watchin’ (options)
runnin’ outta option
gettin’ outta pocket
these hoes flockin’ (sauce)
these n+ggas flockin’ (yeah)
runnin’ outta options
gettin’ outta pocket (yeah, yeah)

[verse 4]
watchin’
o+o+oh, o+o+oh, ayy, ayy
saw yo’ b+tch in the party, just another thottie
saw yo’ b+tch in the party, just another thottie
yeah, uh+huh, yeah, uh
woke up with some+
yeah, that sh+t gon’ be funny, ayy
g+money, we get money, right?
woke up to some bullsh+t, asleep to some good sh+t
i know n+ggas on rock sh+t, i know n+ggas on hood sh+t
where i’m from, huh, from that wish a n+gga would sh+t
what we do? sh+t, we wish a n+gga would abyss
boy, chicago, it get cold just like, cold like artic
pull up on the scene, i valet park it, valet park it
shoot him in his mouth, he should’ve never talk it, should’ve never talk it
all of my n+ggas get money, you know we ballin’, you know we ballin’
look at your b+tch, i’ll drop her
that b+tch [?] she a problem
f+ckin’ that b+tch so proper
pull up on him and i’ma off him
bullsh+t [?] ramen
i don’t do the talkin’
defence then an offence, yeah
big glock, no revolver, yeah
i’m a problem solver, yeah
f+ck yo’ b+tch, she off it, yeah
f+ck that b+tch, i’m offering
p+ssy sh+t be offering
i ain’t with that talkin’ sh+t
really, i’m just off and sh+t
hold on, let me turn on the switch
hold on, let me turn on yo’ b+tch
get ho wet like a pool day
choppa clip long like a poolstick
ballin’ on that b+tch, tyler ulis
that b+tch like a toilet, time to use it
what you think?
i got molly in my lean, what’s your drink?
not bill cosby with these beans, i don’t think
got a glock with a beam, let it singin’, yeah
off the flats for the weekend i’m tweakin’
fell in love with a white puerto rican
she was tweakin’, so i ended up leavin’, yeah
i’m so glad in that b+tch, i didn’t skeet, yeah
i’ve been ballin’ super hard like derek je’, yeah, yeah
your lil’ b+tch a cheerleader, she do the team, yeah, yeah
vvs on super icy, that sh+t gleam, yeah, yeah
you be sippin’ [?], you ain’t sip no lean
i mix tech with the wock’ just to see what it can get me
i go hard every day, and you see where that sh+t get me
i’m the man, run up on me, then my brother hold the semi
hardaway, how he ballin’, but they never caught ’em penny
we was work more than some pennys
i ‘member eat in denny’s, now i’m eatin’ berrys
them [?]
no peace and no rest in my life
n+gga, no tom and jerry
pull up on him with my pipe
shoot them 30 times
that’s the whole d+mn clip
on one d+mn body
f+ck the whole d+mn b+tch
off the whole d+mn molly
tool the whole d+mn molly
will i f+ck her? probably
run a train in yo’ thottie
we call that a trolly (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
watchin’
these hoes watchin’ (options)
runnin’ outta option
gettin’ outta pocket
these hoes flockin’ (sauce)
these n+ggas flockin’ (yeah)
runnin’ outta options
gettin’ outta pocket (yeah, yeah)

[verse 5]

[verse 6]

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