Video Outta Pocket Full Studio Session de Juice Wrld 2024 Rap Lyrics

Juice Wrld - Outta Pocket Full 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'
These niggas watchin'
Runnin’ outta options
Gettin' outta pocket

[Chorus]
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]
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, hеy
I get high so I feel numb, so it's okay, yeah, ayy
My problems is thеre 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]
These hoes watchin'
Runnin' outta options
Gettin' outta pocket, ay
These hoes watchin'
These niggas flockin'
Runnin' outta options, yeah
One take gang, huh, ay, huh

[Verse 2]
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]
Watchin', these hoes watchin'
Runnin' outta options
Gettin' outta pocket
These niggas hoppin'
These niggas watchin'
These niggas hoppin'
Runnin' outta options
[Verse 3]
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

[Bridge]
Uh-huh, yeah
These hoes flockin'
Runnin' outta options, uh-huh
I'm high and I'm nauseous
Oops, I meant obnoxious, uh-huh
Gang, gang gang gang

[Verse 4]
That's no autotune for you, bitch
That bitch kinda dirty, had to use a broom when I hit
I was off the shrooms when i hit
Usin' autotune when I hit it
Harder than drum with a stick
I'm gon' stick and move with the bitch
Niggas 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 fucked your bitch and she rode it off like a Mazda
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
Send you up to Hell or Heaven probably, pick and choose
Yo' lil' bitch goin' regardless, you know you gon' lose
Pull up on yo' avenue, my .40, yeah, my tool
That bitch a fool
Cock you once, then shoot it, then i put you on the ne-
Woke up to some bullshit, asleep to some good shit
I know niggas on rock shit, I know niggas on hood shit
Where I'm from, huh, from that wish a nigga would shit
What we do? Shit, we wish a nigga would, bitch
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 niggas get money, you know we ballin', you know we ballin'
Look at your bitch, I'll drop her
That bitch think that she a problem
Fuckin' that bitch so proper
Pull up on him and I'ma off him
Bullshit, Dennis Rodman
I don't do the talkin'
Defence then an offence, yeah
Big Glock, no revolver, yeah
I'm a problem solver, yeah
Fuck yo' bitch, she off it, yeah
Fuck that bitch, I'm offering
Pussy shit be offering
I ain't with that talkin' shit
Really, I'm just off and shit
Hold on, let me turn on the switch
Hold on, let me turn on yo' bitch
Get ho wet like a pool day
Choppa clip long like a poolstick
Ballin' on that bitch, Tyler Ulis
That bitch 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 bitch, I didn't skeet, yeah
I've been ballin' super hard like Derek Je', yeah, yeah
Your lil' bitch a cheerleader, she do the team, yeah, yeah
VVS on super icy, that shit 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 shit get me
I'm the man, run up on me, then my brother up 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
Nigga, 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
Fuck the whole damn bitch
Off the whole damn Molly
Took the whole damn Molly
Will I fuck her? Probably
Run a train in yo' thottie
We call that a trolly (Yeah, 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 can have fun over here
We got funds 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 bitches 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, bitch, and all I saw was fear (Lil' bitch)
Houdini with this nina, shoot 'em, make 'em disappear
Ay, get 'em out of here, red coats boolin' back just like Paul Revere
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 shit up out of here (Yew)
That's not really weave, get that shit up out yo' hair (Lil' bitch)
He said he gon' kill me, I told him "I ain't scared, " (Lil' bitch)
Told me "Go to Hell", lil bitch I been there, lil bitch I been there
Money spend there, fuck that bitch get in there
She think that I love her, I had to pretend there (Frr)
I'm gon' make it whip just like a Airbender
Fuck that bitch one time (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
That shit 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 bitches givin' brain but they go dumb over here (One take gang)
Fuck that bitch like she a christian, speakin' tongues over here
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? Nigga, what you talkin' 'bout?
My .40 like a early 2000s, dance it, then walk it out
That shit is fast, hold on
2000s, dance it, 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 pussy
Hell nah, but you pay for clout
I don't pray for nothin' (Yeah, yeah)
These niggas, they pray for clout
Nigga, I'm hell, I'm the devil
I'm who 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' bitch, my dick all in her mouth
She ain't from Atlanta but, yeah, that shit went south (Yeah, yeah)
Your niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Yeah, yeah)
Pretty bitch 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 niggas be pussy, they can't kill nobody
He think he's somebody, he don't got no bodies
My lil' gun a thottie, that bitch got like hella bodies
Run up, that's okay, I send you up to Heaven probably
Or hell depending how you live when you was on there walkin'
See I was ballin' super hard, Luke Skywalking
On these niggas that were shit talkin', I was shit walkin'
Bitches follow me on Twitter, got the shit stalking
Climbin' on the walls for bands, she be Peter Parkin'
I don't got no time for fans, I got time for xans
Lose my time on 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 the running man
(Saw that bitch 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't 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, nigga them were bricks, uh ayy
My momma scraped the pot and taste it made her sick, uh ayy
I served that shit to your parents for benefits
Got them babies, but I'll never babysit, yuh, ayy
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 nigga, I show that
Fuck nigga don't know that
Fuck nigga better get back
Put his name on the dress like throwback huh
His bitchgon', haha
That bitch she gon' throw that
Told that bitch to hold that (You ain' get no money)
Had to take a second to go shit on competition (Lil' bitch)
Pull up lock my roof, had to report that bitch was missing
Pull up with no sentence, with my clip hanging extended (Ta)
Stevie Wonder wit' it, I got 20/20 vision
But I still can't see these niggas (At all)
Still can't see these niggas (At all)
20/20 vision but I still can't see these niggas
Still can't see these niggas (At all)
Still can't see these niggas (At all)
20/20 vision but I still can't see these niggas
I get so damn high that I don't think I believe in ceilings (Ya' dig?)
That bitch broke my heart so many times, like what is feelings?
Fuck 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, bitch 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
Niggas fake as fuck, you know these niggas keep pretending (Uh-huh)
I don't got no time for a fuck nigga (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
You run up on me that's cool, I keep it tucked, nigga (It tucked)
Microwave up in the trunk, just like a cold dinner
.40 make me walk with the limb like I'm an old nigga
I may just carry out in my hands 'cause I'm a bold nigga
A .40 sneeze, I make it blow just like the cold heater
I'm a teacher, you a student, do what you told, nigga
You get sold like half of these other niggas sold, niggas
Feel like Kendrick on that verse, I lose control, nigga
.40 on my hip, I shoot it once then I reload, nigga
I reload, nigga, I reload, nigga
.40 on my hip, I shoot it once then I reload, nigga
I reload, nigga, I reload, nigga
You's a ho, nigga, you get disfigured
Why you tryna fight over a bitch, you's a ho, nigga
You get whole hitted
I'ma, huh, put a bullet right through your fitted
I'ma fuck yo' bitch and eat her like dinner
Heat up, I'm in the cut with a heater, huh
Mexican bitch, 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 pussy for real but I promise I never beat her
I'm on the scene with my nina
Wet her up like Aquafina
Hurricane wrist when I whip that brick
Both feel like it is Katrina, huh
Serving that shit 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 niggas gettin' money
Run up on me, then I get to drillin', nigga, you ain't really funny
Chris Rock or somethin'