Juice WRLD — Outta Pocket

[Intro: Juice WRLD] I'm high and I'm nauseous Oops, I meant obnoxious, uh-huh Gang, gang gang gang, one sec These hoes flockin' These niggas watchin' Runnin' outta options Gettin' outta pocket [Chorus: Juice WRLD] These hoes watchin' These niggas flockin' Runnin' outta options Gettin' outta pocket These hoes watchin' These niggas flockin' Runnin' outta options Gettin' outta pocket, ay [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] Ayy, I see fake shit almost every day, yeah, hey, hey Choppa get the beats like Dr. Dre, yeah, hey, yeah Drunk off Percocet and alizé, yeah, hey I get high so I feel numb, so it's okay, yeah, ayy My problems is there but I just run away, yeah, ayy Xanny my umbrella for a rainy day, yeah, ayy These niggas ain't straight, look like gay parade, yeah, ayy Choppa got a gold tip like Flava Flav, yeah, ayy '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 Payne, yeah Prince up in that double cup, I been sippin' purple rain, huh I be throwin' hands and throwin' bands, never throwin' shade, ayy [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Valee] These hoes watchin' (I got you [?]) Runnin' outta options (These niggas [?]) Gettin' outta pocket, ay ([?]) These hoes watchin' These niggas flockin' ([?]) Runnin' outta options, yeah One take gang, huh, ay, huh [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] Runnin' outta options, I was given too many, uh I save all my money, I'm not spendin' a penny Boy, I'm lyin', I just spent two thousand up in Supreme Over shit I don't wear, I don't fuck with them jeans, huh, yeah I still bought 'em, cause I couldn't remember when I couldn't, huh Wish a nigga would, I never wish a nigga wouldn't, huh Run up on me, no he shouldn't, uh oh, no he shouldn't, huh Pull up on him with that choppa, like "Oh no, he didn't," huh Pull up on him with my roof, you know that shit was missin', uh UFC, he wanna fight, my fist put him in submission, uh I don't fuck with pussies, but I still beat up the kitten, huh He was totin' a Taurus, nigga I was totin' a Smith and (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Valee] Watchin', these hoes watchin' Runnin' outta options ([?]) Gettin' outta pocket (Ayy) These hoes flockin' (Eh) These niggas flockin' (Flockin', eh) Runnin' outta options (Runnin') Gettin' outta pocket [Verse 3: Valee & Juice WRLD] I made ten racks off a back of rap but I don't gamble (You know what [?]) I still be telling your ho, "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 (Exotic loud, it came with a preamp) I spend a stack on a room it's only one keycard (I spend a stack on a room it's only one, ooh) I ride 26s even and sweet (I ride 26s even and) I'm fucking these bitches, put them to sleep (These bitches, but I don't love 'em) She wanna kick it but I'm not Van Damme (Kick it, I don't know how to kick it) Don't run up because I'm a fan-fan (Girl, don't do that and I don't even gotta cock it) That front row, yeah, that my fam-fam (That fam, that's my fam-fam) Oh damn, hundred racks on me, I'm still shoppin' at Costco's and Sam's (Shoppin' at Costco's and Sam's) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) 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 Pokémon Call of Duty with that choppa, watch how all my niggas spawn Call me Juice Osam', walkin' and I'm flyer than that bomb, hey, yeah [Outro: Juice WRLD] Uh-huh, yeah These hoes flockin' Runnin' outta options, uh-huh