Hidin’ In Da Bushes lyrics

[Intro]
Hidin' in the bushes-, hi-hidin' in the bushes
In the bushes, in the bushes...
With a mask and a pistol grip

[Hook]
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
b*tch 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
b*tch I'm Wayne Gretzky
Stylin' with the tech b*tch
Shawty still text me, 2 damn phones
b*tch don't even tax me
You are so nasty
We don't give no f*ck, came through Gucci [?]
[Hook]
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 p*ss me off?
Run my sh*t like [?]
Lotta Xans, lotta Voss
Don't even check what that sh*t 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 f*ck I be on
[?], what the f*ck 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
f*ckin' up the club and every house party
f*ckin' up the club
Try'na make it in , drive them Audi's and them 'Rari's
f*ck the club up and every house party