[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 (Ayy, flockin')
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 happened)
I still be telling your ho, "Hey bae" (And I'm still doin' that)
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
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