Frazier Trill & Pi’erre Bourne – Wat Else Lyrics

Wat Else Lyrics by Frazier Trill & Pi’erre Bourne

[Intro]
I’m with my tribe, call ’em the shooters (I’m with my tribe, call ’em the shooters)
Ha-ha-ha (Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus]
I’m with my tribe, call ’em the shooters
I train these niggas like tutors
I’ll pull up on you with the Uzi, uh
I’m getting money, let’s do it, uh
I fucked your bitch in the coupe, yeah
You talkin’ shit, gon’ get shot, uh
I run it up, off the top, uh
I got the trap on fire
These niggas talk but they lie
I’ma let my bullets fly
All of my niggas gon’ ride
I fucked your bitch from thе side
She like a young nigga vibе

[Bridge]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
[Verse]
Fuck how you feel
I’m trying to go get a mill’
I did this shit with no deal
Your bitch ride my dick wearing heels
I can’t get caught with no steel
You know I’m a felon for real
Rather get caught then get killed
My cuz said he made a free mill’
Nigga, we trying to look better
I’ll risk my life for the cheddar
When I was locked up, I couldn’t get a dime or a letter
Swear, I can’t hear you, lil’ nigga, so shut up
Said you get money, my nigga, then bet up
I fucked your bitch every time that we met up
Eliantte, my diamonds are better
Hit my side bitch ’cause that pussy was wetter
2019, bitch, I might change the weather
Selling white girl, man, I call that bitch Heather, yeah

[Chorus]
I’m with my tribe, call ’em the shooters
I train these niggas like tutors
I’ll pull up on you with the Uzi, uh
I’m getting money, let’s do it, uh
I fucked your bitch in the coupe, yeah
You talkin’ shit, gon’ get shot, uh
I run it up, off the top, uh
I got the trap on fire
These niggas talk but they lie
I’ma let my bullets fly
All of my niggas gon’ ride
I fucked your bitch from the side
She like a young nigga vibe
[Outro]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah