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 p***y 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 p***y 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] --- Bushes - Plies