Burning Bush Lyrics

Summer time we toting heaters smokin tree and rocking Burning Bush

I barely show my face i pop out they just turn and look

Niggas fake tryna cross me over they turned and shook

I keep FN i got way too deep in they tryna learn my hooks

Fans in my DM say i'm goat but i'm a rook

But i ain't new to this

City getting hot i need a cooling kit

My chick bad she act ludicrous

I get the last laugh cause i'm humorous

Moving smart for all the stupidness

Head on the swivel gotta stay alert

Brody itchin really feel like spinnin when he take a perc

I feel like the best i'm in the West while i record this verse

I just sent a text to Basskids like "send beats" but he been making merch

Fuck around and come Gold on some Vintage shit

I just hit a niggas bitch

Made him cry thinking bout his life and ending it

He claim 206 but he ain't from Seattle he a Renton kid

You go from getting talked about to chalked out they won't mention him

I'm staying in my lane and out of politics

I be doing shit just off the love From The Heart but i am not with Ish

You better keep it P they tryna park your whip

One wish, i hope they Make the Drank Cheap Again i'm sippin Wock and Tris

I-5 sliding just went across the bridge

I just put a box on the bottom of the chop look like a fridge

Quick stop at The Bakeréé top shelf not no mid

Double cup mud puddles but i ain't chillin with the pigs

I break a lot of bread so i gotta bring that dough in

AMIRi jeans on got me feeling like i'm Chosen

This ain't Vlone i got no friends

Brody got boes for the high if you cheaper get the low end

Shades dark can't see out my lens i ain't Lohan

She be getting freaky on a Friday using no hands

Peanut butter glock it won't jam

Sticks on me like i'm Nolan

Doggin bitches and i'm ballin i'm in Spokane

Why that nigga talkin wet on the net but he don't hoop?

I'm throwin 100s in the sand and sippin Faygo R.I.P Juice

At Night Owl bitches like "wow damn he's cute"

But they like "why you gotta puffy on?"

In case i gotta shoot(uh)

If i need straps for the beef i hit Moo

If i want to rap and need beats i hit Milo and Dskoov

Why they treat me like the bad guy i ain't Scoob

I'm high as hell in the Hills eating Raspberry fruit

Summer time we toting heaters smokin tree and rocking Burning Bush

I barely show my face i pop out they just turn and look

Niggas fake tryna cross me over they turned and shook

I keep FN i got way too deep in they tryna learn my hooks

Fans in my DM say i'm goat but i'm a rook

But i ain't new to this

City getting hot i need a cooling kit

My chick bad she act ludicrous

I get the last laugh cause i'm humorous

Moving smart for all the stupidness