Smug Mang, Sickboyrari - Hidin’ In Da Bushes lyrics

[Smug Mang, Sickboyrari - Hidin’ In Da Bushes lyrics]

Hidin' in the bushes-
Hi-hidin' in the bushes
In the bushes, in the bushes
With a mask and a pistol grip

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

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

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

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

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