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Juice WRLD

Outta Pocket

 

Outta Pocket


I'm high, and I'm nauseous
Oops, I meant obnoxious
These hoes flocking
These niggas watching
Running outta options'
Getting outta pocket
These hoes watching
These niggas flocking
Running outta options
Getting outta pocket
These hoes watching
These niggas flocking
Running outta options
Getting outta pocket

I see fake shit almost every day
Choppa get the beats like Dr. Dre
Drunk off percocets, and [?]
I get high, so I feel numb, so it's okay
My problems is dead, but I just run away
Xanny my umbrella, for a rainy day
These niggas ain't straight, look like a 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 sipping purple rain
I be throwing hands and throwing bands, never throwing shade

These hoes watching
Running outta options
Getting outta pocket
These hoes watching
These niggas flocking
Running outta options, yuh, one take gang

Running outta options, I was given too many
I save all my money, I'm not spending a penny
Boy I'm lying, I just spent 2 thousand up in Supreme
Over shit I don't wear, I don't fuck with them jeans
I still bought em, cause I couldn't remember when I couldn't
Wish a nigga would, I never wish a nigga 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 room, you know that shit was missing
UFC, he wanna fight, my fist put him in submission
I don't fuck with pussies, but I still beat up the kitten
He was toting a Taurus, nigga I was toting a smithon

Watchin, thes hoes watching
Running outta options
Getting outta pocket
These hoes flocking
These niggas flocking
Running outta options
Getting outta pocket

Freestyle the whole song, I don't even care
You unaware that your bitch over here in her underwear
That VVS on my wrist is looking like a Solar Flare
My choppa like a home run, get that nigga outta here
Going, going, gone
Transform to a car, like Megatron
Fuck yo bitch, 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 niggas spawn
Cal me Juice Osam, walking and I'm flyer than that bomb

Uh, huh
These hoes flocking
Running outta options

done

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