Unreleased archive entry

What Else

Juice WRLD · Produced by YK808Mafia

What Else lyrics

Chorus Off a couple beans What else Maybe a cup of lean What else Beat the Sprite up What else Gonna make it bleed What else I bought one thing What else Okay maybe a couple of things What else Uh Saks Fifth What else Then I hit double G What else Then I hit Louis V What else In that order   Verse 1 Bitch Im so important These Diors imported Nigga I could pay your mortgage Fuck it Ima spend that shit on your daughter She calling me daddy she probably got dad issues You should be a better father Damn zooming in a gokart Love lean but I really hate pop Love pop but I really love rock Love peace but I really love Glocks These niggas must love headshots Think its sweet cause the sad songs out Took two Ws rolling off an E thats a God damn smackdown I dont know I think I run it right now Real shit be a hundred right now Nineteen years old number nine on the Billboard nigga like how Ima be number one next week trust me Wont fuck your bitch cause I heard that she musty Hundred round drum on the choppa its bustin Word to your mom that bitch crusty Shit on a fuck ass nigga then flush it AK in the back of the car like a Russian These niggas be talkin to narcs or somethin How the fuck else my homie get busted Gonna free my nigga outta the dungeon When he get out nigga its bustin Run up bands gain clout Smoke out the pound Im on the clouds Chorus Off a couple beans What else Maybe a cup of lean What else Beat the Sprite up What else Gonna make it bleed What else I bought one thing What else Okay maybe a couple of things What else Uh Saks Fifth What else Then I hit double G What else Then I hit Louis V What else In that order   Verse 2 First you get the baking soda then you get the water Nigga fuck with my moolah then he gettin slaughtered If you pussy then you pussy Then you pussy aint no getting harder I put that shit on my mom speaking of moms I could fuck your mom Talkin that shit get the firearm Theyll be in your crib like Fuck your moms Kill everybody but your mom Yeah I just said it yeah so I meant it yeah That nigga trippin catch him slippin we gon get him yeah And she screamin Ricky Thickass bitch tryna get a lap dance screamin Nicki Aight Im done for now have yall niggas had enough Im a real nigga I aint with that talkin tough Fuck with us we call your bluff Chorus Off a couple beans What else Maybe a cup of lean What else Beat the Sprite up What else Gonna make it bleed What else I bought one thing What else Okay maybe a couple of things What else Uh Saks Fifth What else Then I hit double G What else Then I hit Louis V What else In that order In that order   Outro Uh Saks Fifth Then I hit double G Then I hit Louis V In that order Uh Saks Fifth Then I hit double G Then I hit Louis V