What Else By Juice WRLD Lyrics
Off a couple beans (What else)
Maybe a cup of lean (What else)
Beat the sprite up (What else)
Codeine 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
***, I’m so important
These Diors imported
***, I could pay your mortgage
*** it I’ma spend that *** 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 *** be a hundred right now
19 years old, number nine on the Billboard, *** like how?
I’ma be number one next week, trust me
Won’t *** your *** ’cause I heard that she musty
Hundred round drum on the choppa it’s bustin’
Word to your mom, that *** crusty
*** on a *** ass *** then flush it
AK in the back, got a CAR like a Russian
These niggas be talkin’ to narcs or somethin’
How the *** else my homie get busted
Gonna free my *** outta the dungeon
When he get out, ***, 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)
Codeine 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
*** *** with my moolah, then he gettin’ slaughtered
If you *** then you *** (Then you ***), ain’t no getting harder
I put that *** on my mom, speaking of moms I could *** your mom
Talkin’ that *** get the ***
They’ll be in your crib like, “*** your moms”
*** everybody but your mom
Yeah, I just said it yeah, so I meant it yeah
That *** trippin’, catch him slippin’, we gon’ get him, yeah
And she screamin’, “Ricky”
Thick ass *** tryna get a lap dance screamin’, “Nicki”
Aight I’m done for now have y’all niggas had enough
I’m a real ***, I ain’t with that talkin’ tough
*** 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)
Codeine 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, in that order)
Uh, Saks Fifth
Then I hit double G
Then I hit Louis V