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What Else (feat. Lew Gunna & LNS)
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nolan Montgomery
Nolan Montgomery
Songwriter
Steven Lockett
Steven Lockett
Songwriter
Aaron Lewis
Aaron Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Demarcus Morgan
Demarcus Morgan
Producer
Dayvia Gilchrist
Dayvia Gilchrist
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

So what yep yep What up what else what up what else What else I don't mean to be selfish, only concerned about a check (WHAT ELSE) Mister get all of the extra im scrappin' the pot, I feel like I'm a vet (WHAT ELSE) We ain't allowin' no sliders, like Dont even try it, we gettin' em wet (WHAT ELSE) Push up or shut up, too busy, apply the pressure, wont settle for less (WHAT ELSE) I can't help myself, nooooo, I gotta go get me a Check Walk him down he, don't wanna show me no respect It's a struggle just to keep my foot off they neck No need for a huddle, can't fuck with the set She liking the way that a Young nigga flex, flex, flex, flex, flex Around these boulevards, show me like a superstar Nigga, I pull your card, Shots fired, you a track star I don't care who you are, got some young niggas out on Ace block Thatll pull up on you with the AR, pulling strings like a guitar Sometimes I might take it too far, I really got it goin' on Time waits for no man, nigga, I feel like I'm Corleone Really on some thug shit dont tweak, Turn on down his block serving everybody, Squeezeing on this Glock, if it's you or me, all I do is win, see no defeat I don't mean to be selfish, only concerned about a check (WHAT ELSE) Mister get all of the extra im scrappin' the pot, I feel like I'm a vet (WHAT ELSE) We ain't allowin' no sliders, like Dont even try it, we gettin' em wet (WHAT ELSE) Push up or shut up, too busy, apply the pressure, wont settle for less (WHAT ELSE) I can't help myself, nooooo, I gotta go get me a Check Walk him down he, don't wanna show me no respect It's a struggle just to keep my foot off they neck No need for a huddle, can't fuck with the set She liking the way that a Young nigga flex, flex, flex, flex, flex I be ridin' high, truck format, it flow like butterfly I ain't gotta lie, shorty checkin' cause I got a lot Banz add another drop, mix and wok inside my soda pop Water whip it lock, but I been Rasta since a tater tot Stack like jinga blocks, been settin' the bar, we at the top Copped a baby chop, feel like Tony Story, speakers knock When I step, pressure, if I out of slide, no, we not two-steppin Duel weapons, one hold down the fort, the other hit sections Look, look inside yourself, I draw the line, it's not gon' be a sketch Pull it like a muscle, you get tight, that's gon' be a stretch Then I see the death inside the Viper, make him kill himself We used to not have it, now we have it, ain't that somethin' else I don't mean to be selfish, only concerned about a check (WHAT ELSE) Mister get all of the extra im scrappin' the pot, I feel like I'm a vet (WHAT ELSE) We ain't allowin' no sliders, like Dont even try it, we gettin' em wet (WHAT ELSE) Push up or shut up, too busy, apply the pressure, wont settle for less (WHAT ELSE) I can't help myself, nooooo, I gotta go get me a Check Walk him down he, don't wanna show me no respect It's a struggle just to keep my foot off they neck No need for a huddle, can't fuck with the set She liking the way that a Young nigga flex, flex, flex, flex, flex Nah I don't smoke but I might blow a bag Rather have peace than war but if it's beef I wanna slab Dying over music going bar for bar that shit is sad Killers sending shots tryna put a opp on a tab Hate create division niggas splitting cuz yo Phony ass He gone multiply the murder rate if I throw homie cash Subtract ya life add you to the morgue betta know ya math Might still be alive if the dummy used to go to class On the grind I'm after millions niggas after likes But a shoot you bout they bitch pic you tap it twice they catching life I know killers who work jobs round they boss they acting white I Do this for my kids ain't no acting nice So ugh I don't mean to be selfish, only concerned about a check (WHAT ELSE) Mister get all of the extra im scrappin' the pot, I feel like I'm a vet (WHAT ELSE) We ain't allowin' no sliders, like Dont even try it, we gettin' em wet (WHAT ELSE) Push up or shut up, too busy, apply the pressure, wont settle for less (WHAT ELSE) I can't help myself, nooooo, I gotta go get me a Check Walk him down he, don't wanna show me no respect It's a struggle just to keep my foot off they neck No need for a huddle, can't fuck with the set She liking the way that a Young nigga flex, flex, flex, flex, flex
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