Hell Yea He Got The Juice lyrics

[Intro]
(Hi-C, Hi-C, Hi-C)
Yeah
YUNG HIGH-CEE, man (What's good, bro?)
You already know what's goin' on
f*ck these n*ggas, man, let's get it (b*tch ass n*ggas, man, let's do it)

[Verse]
They like, "Hi-C, yeah, that n*gga got the juice now" (Yeah)
Mom found my stash full of shrooms, made me move out
Just lost my job, what the f*ck I'm finna do now?
Gotta catch plays now from sunup 'til sundown (CA-A-A-A$HED COHBRUHZ production, lil' ho)
Talkin' 'bout them bands, hell yeah, I got a few now (Yeah)
Horseshoed down in the mall with a few thou' (Eat my pus*y, yeah)
Actin' brand new 'cause my pocket full of blues now (Yeah, yeah)
Lost a couple hoes, but them blues, I can't lose count
Got a few hoes on my di*k, I can't choose now (Yeah, yeah)
f*ck hoes in groups, yeah, I f*ck hoes in twos now
Powered up a bean, I could f*ck for a few rounds (Yeah)
Told her bust it open, I'ma beat it up like Pacquiao (Yeah)
Bust a couple rounds on her face like a shootout
Evil ass grin with my di*k in your boo mouth (Hi-C, Hi-C)
Nut in her mouth, now her mouth is a ghost town (Yeah)
Get like Hi-C, n*gga, you don't got a clue how (Uh, yeah)
Broke b*tches suckin' di*k for Xans, yeah, they too wild
Heard them n*ggas suckin' di*k for plays on they SoundCloud
Too juiced up, watch me drip like a pool towel (Yeah, おかえり)
Cowabunga swag when I walked in the luau
High on that dope, I could surf on a few clouds (Yeah)
In the party dancin' high as f*ck with my tool out (Yeah, yeah)
Got some weight off, Hi-C lost a few pounds (Yeah)
Just dropped a pint, damn, I feel like DJ Screw now (For real)
Flexin' on the 'Gram, Hi-C think he cool now (Yeah)
Get on my level, b*tch, I been in the big leagues (おかえり, counting cash)
Evil ass presence in the room, you can sense me (Yeah)
I don't hippy jump but I love hippy flipping
Seein' cartoons on the shrooms just like Disney (Rad)
I don't fake kick it, hell nah, I'm not friendly (Nope)
Step on these f*ck n*ggas' necks like a stairway (Yeah, yeah)
In the V12, I got juice like a V8 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm chasin' bands now, but I ain't talkin' Green Day (Go, go)
Must be sick, b*tch, I stay with a green face
Cliché lines but I still got a fanbase (b*tch)
f*ck her while she dressed up in a Sailor Moon cosplay (Yeah)
See the glow up, now your b*tch want a clean slate (Yeah)
Hi-C got the juice, Hi-C is the epitome (Yeah)
Got the sauce too, might change my name to Texas Pete
Shop 'til I drop but it might take eternity
LSD and shrooms f*ck with my personality (Yeah)
Wave of demonic energy just washed over me
All designered down, bet your lil' b*tch notice me (Yeah)
Asked the lil' b*tch, "You tryna f*ck?" She said, "Totally" (Yeah)
[Outro]
b*tch (Yeah)
Yeah, YUNG HIGH-CEE, n*gga
You already know, n*gga (Surf's up)
In this b*tch, bro, you already know, man
Lil' freeverse for you stupid ass n*ggas, man, let's go (Hi-C)
(CA$HED COHBRUHZ production, lil' ho, eat my pus*y)