Hidin' In Da Bushes

[Intro]

Hidin' in the bushes-, hi-hidin' in the bushes

In the bushes, in the bushes...

With a mask and a pistol grip

[Chorus]

Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

Hi-hi-hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

And when I hop out on your ass I'mma let it rip

Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

Hi-hi-hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

And when I hop out on your ass I'mma let it rip

[Verse 1: Black Kray]

Hopped out the scrape thang

Gold up, Kray is so iced out

Gucci Bezels like I'm John Wayne

Gold chain, frost bite

So I twerk my wrist

2 cellphones on me saggin' in the ride

Juug stuff white on the low, pow pow drop

Bitch I'll go, icy diamonds in my throat

Wave god, space god

Smokin' with you, with you know

In the casa smokin' dro

Icy mask up on my face

Go finna rob a hoe

Gothed up, 10 goths [?]

Trapped out, I can't see none gold

Waitin' for the smoke to clear

Shinin' like a polar bear

I said like a polar bear

Bitch I'm Wayne Gretzky

Stylin' with the tech bitch

Shawty still text me, 2 damn phones

Bitch don't even tax me

You are so nasty

We don't give no fuck, came through Gucci [?]

[Chorus]

Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

Hi-hi-hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

And when I hop out on your ass I'mma let it rip

Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

Hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

Hi-hi-hidin' in the bushes with a mask and a pistol grip

And when I hop out on your ass I'mma let it rip

[Verse 2: Smug Mang]

Smug Mang, Smug God

I'm so gothed on all around the world

Baby here I come, baby it's all gone

Me and Weezy [?]

Smug and Black will kill this song

I don't care what they say

It ain't cool to be soft

Don't smoke my drugs, what you try'na piss me off?

Run my shit like [?]

Lotta Xans, lotta Voss

Don't even check what that shit cost

Coppin' everything I want

Dirty money love the floor

Private jets, 1 million flown

Always keep my shades on

That's why they askin' me what the fuck I be on

[?], what the fuck I need?

I need more karma, I need less drama

Do this Smug Music for all my patna

Try'na make it, drive them Audi's and them 'Rari's

Fuckin' up the club and every house party

Fuckin' up the club

Try'na make it in , drive them Audi's and them 'Rari's

Fuck the club up and every house party