Bushes

[Intro:]

Ay brah drop us off right here

Right here the blue house bra

Ay brah let's get in these bushes

When that fuck nigga get here he gets it

[Chorus: x2]

You don't know it but I done peeped where you stay pussy

Bitch you gettin' to yo house, I be right in yo bushes

Jump out with that choppa, actin' real foolish

Keep bullshittin' nigga I'ma be right in yo bushes

[Verse 1:]

But get dropped off with them goons late night

We gone dug off with them choppas and sit tight

Lay right in yo bushes until you come back

And when we finish them crackers gone have to put you on ice

Nigga jumpin' up out them bushes ain't nothin' nice

We gone throw some shit but ain't gone be rice

Hollow points gone be whistlin' comin' back to back

Nigga we murkin' we ain't worried bout you buckin' back

We ain't come for the money we come for yo life

Nigga we patient with this shit we'll lay all night

We done did it before laid till the sunlight

You don't know it yet but fuck nigga you gettin' wiped

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 2:]

Got on my monkey suit layin in this wet grass

Got me hot pussy I wanna give it to you bad

Soon as you turn up in this bitch we puttin' it on yo ass

Fuck niggas that run they mouths don't last

Me and my goons don't argue nigga we toe tag

You ain't do it right them crackers gone bring them body bags

Wanna see what you do when you see that ski mask

Want see you smile for that yoppa when you see it flash

We ain't gone let you get out we shootin' through yo glass

Walkin' to yo car shooting that choppa lookin' mad

Bustin' from the front, the goons bustin' from the back

Clique of young niggas gettin' off in all black

[Chorus: x2]

[Verse 3:]

My goons lurk all day lookin' for spots

Tryin' to find where you layin' and what you got

Might done followed you home whether you know it or not

Until we peep something nigga we circling the block

Keep them yoppas on deck so we ready to squab

Nigga ridin' all mornin' since 7 o'clock

I'm on yak they on pills we ready to wile

So if you slippin' and we peep you we ready to plie

Four yoppas fifty rounds two hundred shots

All us ridin' with big toolies no glocks

All the yoppas off safety no locks

Better hope yo bushes ain't our next spot

[Chorus: x2]