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Juice Wrld - We Outta Here Comin With Me Lyrics

We Outta Here (Comin’ With Me) Lyrics[Intro: Future]
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, uh

[Chorus]
If Wheezy outta here, we outta here
Private jet lag, we flew here
Kel-Tec and TEC, niggas kill here
Hi-Tech attack, pourin' red, yeah
I ain't never lack, at all, yeah, I'ma keep the steel here
Nowadays I'm never in the mall, yeah, just hit the Saks Fifth
Lace up the Raf's I'm on, uh, ball 'til I fall, yeah
Call ma', invent Mars, yeah, ball 'til I fall, yeah
Saint Laurent Premadonna, I got it all, yeah
Codeine with the marijuana, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
Yeah, let's get it, get it, yeah
Uh, please get me some racks, okay
I don't need your racks, okay?
Gun on my hip when I walk to the bank
If I'm broke, hit a lick, I need what's in your safe
My right wrist be a Lambo', the left is a Wraith
December 2nd, that's my birthday
I remind her that, because I'm getting the cake
If that nigga trippin' we gon' put him away
You can call me sheriff (Okay)
I pray to God I'll have fun today
'Cause these niggas tryna steal my wave (Uh)
They gon' end up drowning, fuck it
So money, I can't count it, run it

[Bridge]
It's just me and Wheezy, makin' shit look easy
Burnin' them trees, sippin' that lean, gettin' the green
Nothing come in between, fuck do you mean?
I'm Freddy Krueger in your dream
Wake up, MAC tear his face up (Uh)

[Verse 2]
Shoot like a Laker, nigga better pay up
Me and his bitch lay up, all night and day, yuh
Stripes on her, no zebra (Let's go)
Bad bitch, she from Mexico, I call her my Amiga (Uh-huh)
Everything was cool until I found out she wasn't single
Still hit it, yeah, I'm killin' for mine and my family, nigga
I don't do friends, just family business
Oh, I'm going to the opp block, are you comin' with me?
Be ready to lace up and shoot up the semis
We gon' give a nigga plenty, we gon' give a nigga twenty
We gon' give a nigga thirty, way too many

[Chorus]
If Wheezy outta here, we outta here
Private jet lag, we flew here
Kel-Tec and TEC, niggas kill here
Hi-Tech attack, pourin' red, yeah
I ain't never lack, at all, yeah, I'ma keep the steel here
Nowadays I'm never in the mall, yeah, just hit the Saks Fifth
Lace up the Raf's I'm on, uh, ball 'til I fall, yeah
Call ma', invent Mars, ball 'til I fall, yeah
Saint Laurent Premadonna, I got it all, yeah
Codeine with the marijuana, oh, oh