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Outta Pocket

"Outta Pocket" Lyrics by Juice WRLD

I’m high, and I’m nauseous

Oops, I meant obnoxious

These hoes flockin’

These niggas watchin’

Runnin’ outta options’

Gettin’ outta pocket

These hoes watchin’

These niggas flockin’

Runnin’ outta options

Gettin’ outta pocket

These hoes watchin’

These niggas flockin’

Runnin’ outta options

Gettin’ 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 sippin’ purple rain

I be throwin’ hands and throwin’ bands, never throwin’ shade

These hoes watchin’

Runnin’ outta options

Gettin’ outta pocket

These hoes watchin’

These niggas flockin’

Runnin’ outta options, yuh, one take gang

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 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 missin’

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 totin’ a Taurus, nigga I was totin’ a smithon

Watchin, thes hoes watchin’

Runnin’ outta options

Gettin’ outta pocket

These hoes flockin’

These niggas flockin’

Runnin’ outta options

Gettin’ 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 lookin’ like a Solar Flare

My choppa like a home run, get that nigga outta here

Goin’, goin’, 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, walkin’ and I’m flyer than that bomb

Uh, huh

These hoes flockin’

Runnin’ outta options

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