Juice WRLD — What Else

[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, 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 probably 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 head-shots Think it's sweet 'cause the sad songs out Took two W's rolling off an E, that's a God damn smack-down I don't 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? 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 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, it's bustin' Run up bands, gain clout Smoke out the pound, I'm 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), 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" Aight I'm 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 [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