smug mang – 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 -ss 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 -ss i’mma let it rip
[verse 1: black kray]
hopped out the scr-pe 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, sp-ce 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 d-mn 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 -ss 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 -ss 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 k!ll 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
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