Juicy J - Good & Hi lyrics

[Chorus: repeat 2X] If you n***as good and hi let me see you clap your hands If you n***as good and drunk let me see you clap your hands [Gangsta Boo] b**h you know I'm lookin good, on the block posted up Icy white reeboks throwin Triple Six up In the air I don't care, you see Billboards playa Platinum billboards in the hood of you playa haters Try to sneak up in the club low key, f** an autograph Dog I'm tryna chill, you can catch me in the aftermath I ain't tryna brag or say I'm all that, when I'm not But I'm f**in bad, I'm knockin plenty b**hes out the spot I was always told that my p**y be the f**in best If you want to test let me put your n***a on some X If you want to f** let me see who money spend the best Eight figure dick be the best n***a nuttin less n***as round town actin like they f**ed the Gangsta Boo Hoes round town sayin did she f** my man too? Yo I'm runnin sh** n***as gave me crown, labeled me the queen Gonna do this damn thing b**h, know what I f**in mean [Chorus] [Gangsta Boo] Now everybody claim the role of a k**a k**a Yean ain't do no ten twenty years in the pen n***a Flaugin a** boy wit you mug on like you hard Boy you need to stop yean neva had a f**in charge You a momma's boy Gangsta Boo went to school with you You the honor roll yean neva had a f**in crew Wit cha girlfriend with her jealous a** on the scene Black a** b**h blue long braids b**h please It's about time that I told you I don't care if you b**hes dont speak, i don't love you Listen to the rumors called the story crazy lady boo Got my n***a rollin blunts and smokin to get f**ed up I know you gon hate when you see me comin on them thangs Pullin in the gated driveway cause I'm havin thangs Still I'll bust a cap if I catch you on surveillance Two k**az on the roof Bulletproof We don't love you [Chorus] [Juicy J] Why I'm devoted to this game Where they slang And they g**n North North mayn Wit them curls and them gold thangs Lemons wanna step to a playa wit these lame names Knowin they dont wannat come to our side buckin brains 20 thousand cash to my n***a n***a k** this b**h Heat on them leather seats lets get into some gangsta sh** See the boy walkin down the street Grab him by his neck Point him with the tec what's your set Leave his body wet We don't play Wit other folks kids We rob We steal We gaffle We bid We pimp These b**hes We put em On charge We smoke That skunk We roll We mob We business We Bentley's Our cheese Stay fat The mink The coat The cow Boy hat The fangs The shades We gotta Stay paid Three 6 Don't play My n***a We spray [Chorus] - 8X