Juice WRLD – What Else Lyrics

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

Bitch, I'm so important
These Diors imported
Nigga, I could pay your mortgage
F*ck it I'ma spend that shit on your daughter
She calling me daddy, she prolly got dad issues
You should be a better father
Damn, zooming in a go-kart
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 it's sweet 'cause the sad songs out
Took two W's rolling off an E, that's a god damn smackdown
I don't know, I think I run it right now
Real shit be a hundred right now
19 years old, number nine on the Billboard, nigga like how?
I'ma be number one next week, trust me
Won't f*ck your bitch 'cause I heard that she musty
Hundred round drum on the choppa it's bustin'
Word to your mom, that bitch crusty
Shit on a f*ck ass nigga then flush it
AK in the back, got a CAR like a Russian
These niggas be talkin' to narcs or somethin'
How the f*ck else my homie get busted?
Gonna free my nigga outta the dungeon
When he get out, nigga, it's bustin'
Run up bands, gain clout
Smoke out the pound, I'm on the clouds

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

First you get the baking soda then you get the water
Nigga f*ck with my moolah, then he gettin' slaughtered
If you pussy then you pussy, ain't no getting harder
I put that shit on my mom, speaking of moms I could f*ck your mom
Talkin' that shit get the firearm
They'll be in your crib like, "F*ck 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"
Thick ass bitch tryna get a lap dance screamin', "Nicki"
Aight I'm done for now, have y'all niggas had enough?
I'm a real nigga, I ain't with that talkin' tough
F*ck with us, we call your bluff

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)

Uh, Saks Fifth
Then I hit double G
Then I hit Louis V
In that order (in that order)
Uh, Saks Fifth
Then I hit double G
Then I hit Louis V