Bundle Bush - Intellectual

[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

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

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

Tennis shoe, pimpin', back and forth to my bundle⸺