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What Else

"What Else" Lyrics by Juice WRLD

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

Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck your mom

Talkin’ that shit get the firearm

They’ll 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”

Thick ass bitch tryna get a lap dance screamin’ “Nicki”

I am done for now have y’all niggas had enough

I’m a real nigga, I ain’t with that talkin’ tough

Fuck 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

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

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