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Outta Pocket (Studio Session)
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Juice WRLD
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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***as watchin' (What? What? What?) Runnin' outta options (Yeah, huh, yeah, huh) Gettin' outta pocket (Huh, huh, huh) These hoes watchin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) These n***as 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***as flockin' (Yeah) Runnin' outta options (Yeah) Gettin' outta pocket, ayy Ayy, I see fake sh*t almost every day, huh (Damn) 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***as ain't straight, look like gay parade (Huh) Choppa got a gold tip like Flava Flav, yeah, ayy (Yeah, damn) '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?) Flockin' These hoes watchin' (Yeah) Runnin' outta options (Yeah) Gettin' outta pocket, ayy These hoes watchin' (Ya' dig?) These n***as flockin' (Ya' dig?) Runnin' outta options, yeah (That sh*t so hard) One take gang, uh, uh (Hahaha) 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**k with them jeans, yeah, yeah (Hahaha) I still bought 'em, cause I couldn't remember when I couldn't (Yeah) Wish a n***a would, I never wish a n***a 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**k with pussies, but I still beat up the kitten, (Uh-huh) He was totin' a Taurus, n***a I was totin' a Smith and (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah) Watchin' These hoes watchin' (Options) Runnin' outta option Gettin' outta pocket These hoes flockin' (Sauce) These n***as flockin' (Yeah) Runnin' outta options Gettin' outta pocket Yeah, ayy, huh Freestyle a whole song, I don't even care You unaware that your b*t*h 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***a outta here Goin', goin', gone Transform to a car like Megatron F**k your b*t*h, 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***as spawn 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 funds over here Ain't no fightin', ain't no fist, 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*t*hes 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*t*h, and all I saw was fear (Lil' b*t*h) 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*t*h) He said he gon' kill me, I told him "I ain't scared," (Lil' b*t*h) Told me "Go to Hell," lil b*t*h I been there (Lil' b*t*h), lil b*t*h I been there (Lil' b*t*h) Money spend there, f**k that b*t*h get in there, she think that I love her, I had to pretend there (Frr) I'm gon' make it whip just like a Airbander F**k that b*t*h 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*t*hes givin' brain but they go dumb over here (One take gang) F**k that b*t*h 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 T**ties 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***a, 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***as spawn Call me Juice Osam', walkin' and I'm flyer than that bomb, hey, yeah Watchin' These hoes watchin' (Options) Runnin' outta option Gettin' outta pocket These hoes flockin' (Sauce) These n***as flockin' (Yeah) Runnin' outta options Gettin' outta pocket (Yeah, yeah) Watchin' O-o-oh, o-o-oh, ayy, ayy Saw yo' b*t*h in the party, just another thottie Saw yo' b*t*h 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***as on rock sh*t, I know n***as on hood sh*t Where I'm from, huh, from that wish a n***a would sh*t What we do? Sh*t, we wish a n***a 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***as get money, you know we ballin', you know we ballin' Look at your b*t*h, I'll drop her That b*t*h think that she a problem F**kin' that b*t*h so proper Pull up on him and I'ma off him Bullsh*t, Dennis Rodman I don't do the talkin' Defence then an offence, yeah Big Glock, no revolver, yeah I'm a problem solver, yeah F**k yo' b*t*h, she off it, yeah F**k that b*t*h, I'm offering Pu**y 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*t*h Get ho wet like a pool day Choppa clip long like a poolstick Ballin' on that b*t*h, Tyler Ulis That b*t*h 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*t*h, I didn't skeet, yeah I've been ballin' super hard like Derek Je', yeah, yeah Your lil' b*t*h a cheerleader, she do the team, yeah, yeah VVS on super icy, that sh*t gleam, yeah, yeah You be sippin' nyquil, 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 called him Penny We was worth more than some pennies I 'member eat in Denny's, now I'm eatin' berries Them results may vary No peace and no rest in my life N***a, no Tom and Jerry Pull up on him with my pipe Shoot them 30 times That's the whole damn clip On one damn body F**k the whole damn b*t*h Off the whole damn Molly Took the whole damn Molly Will I f**k her? Probably Run a train in yo' thottie We call that a trolly (Yeah, yeah) Watchin' These hoes watchin' Runnin' outta option Gettin' outta pocket These hoes flockin' These n***as flockin' Runnin' outta options Gettin' outta pocket (Yeah, yeah) That's my autotune for your b*t*h That b*t*h kinda dirty, had to use a broom when I hit it Usin' autotune when I hit it Harder than drum with a stick I'm gon' stick and move with the b*t*h N***as iffy, uh, probably got the sticky tucked But I'm not Tekashi, uh Copycat, you look like Kakashi, uh Pull up on the scene, I'm bummin' just like kamikazi Rockstar, when I said it I mean I feel like Ozzy I just f**ked your b*t*h and she rode it off like a Mozzy I be a problem when I'm rolling off of the molly I shoot up the party then act like I see nobody My lil' gun a thottie, like I said these hella bodies Sent you up to Hell or Heaven probably, pick and choose Yo' lil' b*t*h goin' regardless, you know you gon' lose Pull up on yo' avenue, my .40, yeah, my tool That b*t*h a fool C*ck you once, then shoot it [?] Saw yo' b*t*h in the party, you know that's a thottie Percocets and the Molly, I can't feel my body Yeah, on God, ayy, yeah, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Two tousands bands make you walk it out Shut yo' mouth If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout? Yo' girl gon' give me top A pussies on we can talk about I don't pay for pu**y Hell nah, but you pay for clout I don't pray for nothin' (Yeah, yeah) N***a you ain't get no money You ain't get no money, yeah, yeah You ain't get no money, b*t*h Had to take a second to go sh*t on compet**ion (Lil' b*t*h) Pull up lock my roof, had to report that b*t*h was missing (Skrrt, skrrt) Pull up with no sentence, with my clip hanging extended (Ta) Stevie Wonder with it, I got 20/20 vision But I still can't see these n***as (At all), still can't see these n***as (At all) 20/20 vision but I still can't see these n***as (At all) Still can't see these (At all), n***as, still can't see these n***as (At all) 20/20 vision but I still can't see these n***as I get so damn high that I don't think I believe in ceilings (Ya' dig?) That b*t*h broke my heart so many times, like what is feelings? (Ya' dig?) F**k up out my feelings, let's get to all of my winnings (Ya' dig?) Lord forgive me, I've been killing, drilling, I've been sinning (Yeah) I've been popping pills and sipping lean like penicillin (Yeah) Totin' all my guns I'm feeling like an evil villain (Ya' dig?) Dragon Ball I ball like Ball Z, b*t*h I feel like Krillin (Ya' dig?) Pull up on the scene, my choppa on 'em hit his denim (Yeah) Balenciaga my denim, a couple thousand I'm willing to spend it (Uh-huh, uh-huh) N***as fake as f**k, you know these n***as keep pretending (Uh-huh) I don't got no time for a f**k n***a (Uh-huh, uh-huh) You run up on me that's cool, I keep it tucked, n***a (It tucked) Microwave up in the trunk, just like a cold dinner .40 make me walk with the limb like I'm an old n***a I may just carry out in my hands 'cause I'm a [?] n***a A .40 sneeze, I make it blow just like the cold heater I'm a teacher, you a student, do what you talk, n***a You get sold like half of these other n***as sold, n***as Feel like Kendrick on that verse, I lose control, n***a .40 on my hip, I shoot it once then I reload, n***a I reload, n***a, I reload, n***a .40 on my hip, I shoot it once then I reload, n***a I reload, n***a, I reload, n***a You's a ho, n***a, you get disfigured Why you tryna fight over a b*t*h, you's a ho, n***a You get whole hitted I'ma, huh, put a bullet right through your fitted I'ma f**k yo' b*t*h and eat her like dinner Heat up, I'm in the cut with a heater, huh Mexican b*t*h, a fajita, huh Get outta them like a cheater I never lack, bet I cheat her I never lack, bet I cheat her I'ma abused this pu**y for real but I promise I never beat her I'm on the scene with my nina Wetter up like Aquafina Hurricane wrist when I whip that brick, both feel like it is Katrina, huh Serving that sh*t like Serena Williams Run up on me then that choppa hit 'em Black eye peas or somethin', yeah I guess that I just got a feeling All of my n***as gettin' money Run up on me, then I get to drillin', n***a, you ain't really funny Chris Rock or somethin' Saw that b*t*h in the party, just another thottie Percocets and the Molly, I can't feel my body I'm on top of the World, someone come and stop me Not a Rolex, so, can nobody watch me? They can see the kid, doin' pills since I was a kid Off the g's since a jit Choppa on me, don't forget, yuh, ayy I remember I was whippin' up them grits, uh ayy Them wasn't grits, uh, n***a them were bricks, uh ayy My momma scraped the pot and taste it made her sick, uh ayy I served that sh*t to your parents for benefits Got them babies, but I'll never babysit, yuh, ayy Stick and move, like I'm- Watchin' These hoes watchin' Runnin' outta option Gettin' outta pocket These hoes flockin' These n***as flockin' Runnin' outta options Gettin' outta pocket (Yeah, yeah) Stick and move, like I'm Kodak Front yo' move, you don't know that Run up on me, then I blow that You get beat like you owe that I'm a real n***a, I show that F**k n***a don't know that F**k n***a better get back Put his name on the dress like throwback huh His b*t*hgon', haha That b*t*h she gon' throw that Told that b*t*h to hold that These n***as, they pray for clout N***a, I'm hell, I'm the devil I'm [?] you should be prayin' about Choppa on me, I'm who you be sprayin' about You ain't talkin' money, shut yo' mouth Took yo' b*t*h, my d**k all in her mouth She ain't from Atlanta but, yeah, that sh*t went south (Yeah, yeah) Pretty b*t*h in the party, just another thottie Xanax and the Molly, I can't feel my body Turn me to a zombie, I can't feel no body These be pu**y, they can't kill nobody He think he's somebody, he don't got no bodies My lil' gun a thottie, that b*t*h got like hella bodies Run up, that's okay, I send you up to Heaven probably And hell [?] how you live when you was [?] See I was ballin' super hard, Luke Skywalking On these n***as that were sh*t talkin', I was sh*t walkin' B*t*hes follow me on Twitter, got the sh*t stalking Climbin' on the walls for bands, she be [?] I don't got no time for fans, I got time for xans Lose my time is xans, get my cash advanced Run up, then my choppa dance, huh Like the money man, huh, or the running man Off that choppa .223, make you do [?] I ball out, I'm every- (Bow) Took yo' b*t*h, my d**k all in her mouth She ain't from Atlanta but, yeah, that sh*t went south Your n***as know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Yeah, yeah) Watchin' These hoes watchin' Runnin' outta option Gettin' outta pocket These hoes flockin' These n***as flockin' Runnin' outta options Gettin' outta pocket (Yeah, yeah) Uh-huh, yeah These hoes flockin' Runnin' outta options, uh-huh
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