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