Lyrics Bushes - Plies

Bushes

Ay bra drop us off right here
Right here the blue house bra
Ay bra lets get in these bushes
When that fuck nigga get here he gets it
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’mma be right in yo bushes
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’mma be right in yo bushes
But get dropped off wit them goons late night
We gone dug off wit them choppas and sit tight
Lay right in yo bushes until you come back
And when we finish them crackas 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 wit 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
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 crackas 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 thru 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
My goons lurk all day lookin for spots
Tryin to find where you layin and what you got
Might done followed you home weither 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