Houdini

**Houdini** is a remix of the unreleased song, Outta Pocket, by Juice WRLD. The song is the thirteenth remix to be posted on Red Limits' second channel on April 27, 2022, but is the eighty-sixth remix of all remixes.

## Description

On "Houdini", Juice WRLD talks about various topics, mainly women, money, drugs, and violence. Red produces an instrumental in which has a BPM of 160 and a key of E minor. Red uploads a Skyler Graphics cover art of Juice WRLD smiling in front of a blue-green ocean setting.

## Lyrics

I told her she can have some fun over here

We got funs 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, ayy

We got funs over here

Ain't no fire, ain't no feast, we got guns over here (Bitch)

Smokin' poud of Gelato, we got lungs over here (Smoke dope)

Smart bitches givin' brain but they dumb over here, ayy

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, ayy (Lil' bitch)

Houdini with this nina, shoot 'em, make 'em disappear, ayy

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 shit up out of here

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), lil bitch I been there (Lil' bitch)

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 Airbander

Fuck that bitch one time (Hold on, hold on, hold on)

That shit is fast, huh, I almost one take that ho, a bit

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

The pussy's sum that we can talk about

I don't pay for pussy

Hell nah, but you pay for clout

I don't pray for nothin'

These n\*ggas, they pray for clout

n\*gga, I'm hell, I'm the devil

I'm who you should be prayin' about

Told her she got fun over here, ayy

We got funs over here

Ain't no fire, ain't no feast, we got guns over here (Bitch)

Smokin' poud of Gelato, we got lungs over here (Smoke dope)

Smart bitches givin' brain but they dumb over here, ayy

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, ayy (Lil' bitch)

Houdini with this nina, shoot 'em, make 'em disappear, ayy

Y-Y-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 n\*ggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout

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 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

And hell depending how you live when you was over here walking, uh

See I was ballin' super hard, Luke Skywalking

On these n\*ggas 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', uh

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 Runnin' Man

Saw yo' bitch in the party, you know that's a 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

Doing pills since a kid

Off the gin since a jhit

Choppa on me, don't forget, yuh, ayy

I remember I was whippin' up them grits

Told her she got fun over here, ayy

We got funs over here

Ain't no fire, ain't no feast, we got guns over here (Bitch)

Smokin' poud of Gelato, we got lungs over here (Smoke dope)

Smart bitches givin' brain but they dumb over here, ayy

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, ayy (Lil' bitch)

Houdini with this nina, shoot 'em, make 'em disappear, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy