Bundle Bush

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Head to the bundle bush, cop a spot (Cop a spot) Put away the marijuana, coke and Glock (Coke and Glock) Coke white, taste risk, keep 'em out the dirt (Dirt) Hit the liquor sto', get a coke white shirt (Shirt) Back to the ave', gettin' off my count Tryna make a million dollars off a quarter ounce Pull some glue from your thigh, support your high Flaggin' down every dope fiend that roll by Never put my money in the bundle bush stove Keep my money close, stash in the shoe sole You can find my money, but you'll never find the dope Lock me up, I'm bailin' out, my real niggas know Nigga catch a case, man, you gotta stock up (Stock up) More pills, more weed, more yola (Yola) Gotta get my paper right for the lawyer (Lawyer) Fuck the DA and the public pretenders [Chorus] I got dope to push I got dope to push I got dope to push Tennis shoe, pimpin', back and forth to my bundle⸺ [Verse 2] Three for fifteen, four for a dub If the track get slow, I got plug for the hood If I see somethin' I don't like, I don't serve One false move, and the po-pos swerve Switch to bundle bush, change the route Get what you can off the game and get out But I can't, 'cause this money come too fast And if you want somethin', gotta get up off ya' ass Work the overkill, so I went into drought 24-hour grind till the sun out Back and forth up the ave', in and outta bushes Loved by the gangstas, loved by the pushers But hated by the haters, that's why we keep caters Nextel chirp me if the police raid us It's cutthroat, bullshit aside, nothin' funny Homie, the only thing I know is gettin' money [Chorus] I got dope to push I got dope to push I got dope to push Tennis shoe, pimpin', back and forth to my bundle⸺ [Verse 3] Dig a hole in the dirt for the work and move on Hit my knees, grab the dice, get my roll on Malt liquor sippin', so I'm feelin' myself, dawg When I'm sober, I'm cool, but somethin' about alcohol Downfall, but I keep it gangsta fo' sho' Ain't from the Dirty South, but I touch it with elbows About this money, I'm a trip homeboy Call up my homeboys for your boys Keep creases in my pants, way old school Cuttin' on coke in the public bathroom Don't advise it, but your boy on shrooms Don't blame me, your boy just a tycoon Head up, let it thump, good with the fist (With the fist) Shake the turf a second, you can hit me on the hip (Hit me on the hip) Catch me at the hotel, come and get the work (Come and get the work) But call before you come, blump the Nextel chirp (Chirp) The hoodrat keep the crack tucked in the skirt (Skirt) One false move (Move), one phone call (Call) Homeboys' first to draw, first to get off Everywhere I go, I see the same old shit Same police, same nigga, same bitch [Chorus] I got dope to push I got dope to push I got dope to push Tennis shoe, pimpin', back and forth to my bundle⸺