Meek Mill, Lil Durk, Lil Baby – Sharing Locations Lyrics

Meek Mill Sharing Locations Lyrics, Sharing Locations Lyrics by Meek Mill Lil Durk Lil Baby

KJ, what you got goin’ on man?
Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap

I got a lil’ bitch from the hood
I call her, “Gang,” she don’t play with that bae shit
I be fuckin’ this NBA nigga bitch
‘Cause she know I ain’t ever gon’ say shit
New contract big like I play ball
Lil’ boy, I ain’t nothin’ to play with
I told her, “Pull up,” she told me she can’t
Her nigga be sharin’ location
Yeah, I was ridin’ in the Ghost with the ghost gun
Seen you ridin’ with your kids so you owe one
Had my man in the can while you takin’ out the trash
You gon’ pile with the MAC like, don’t run
Gave her a pill, they all get high, you ever had a foursome?
This too much cash with me to hide, I had to give lil’ bro some
I’ll fuck her off in Chinatown, I don’t show no emotion
But when he died he had them racks, he had to make it go for him
I hang with the hitters who train the killers who send all the niggas on store runs
I got me a check and I brought me a ‘Cat, and I went on the block and did donuts

I hang with all the murderers
I’m gettin’ all the lawyers for the murderers
I’m puttin’ all my lawyers on the murderers
You don’t wanna see me with the murderers

Yeah, Rolls Royce swervin’, famous bitch curvin’
Seen you out in traffic, you was lookin’ nervous
Ran it up on that shit and they thought it was on purpose
I know for a fact I’m blastin’, man, I never get too worried
Hunnid racks and hunnids, they like curses, I been sellin’ verses
One time I like the sound of my song, I ain’t gonna buy her no Birkin
Homicide on my mind when I slide, I ain’t tryna see no hearses
He ain’t died by the gun, took a fake pill, nigga died on Percs
Sure look perfect (Perfect)
Pussy was workin’, you’re gettin’ some crazy
My diamonds be hittin’ like we in a [?]
We stickin’ together, this shit ain’t a custom
I’m fuckin’ with Durkio
I get like the jeweler with Baby, we’re too goin’ crazy
We go to LA, then we coppin’ a Kobe (Brother)
Bad lil’ bitches all over me
Way too Wraithed up, baby, no smokin’ (No way)
She wanna go to the mall (Let’s get it)
Got up and went to the pop-up in Louis and saw it and ordered it all
I’m in this bitch with The Voice and The Hero
These niggas is weirdos, ain’t goin’ this hard (No way)
I’m from the P, that’s K
All these niggas know me, I hang with

I hang with all the murderers
I’m gettin’ all the lawyers for the murderers
I’m puttin’ all my lawyers on the murderers
You don’t wanna see me with the murderers

Murderers
I hang with all the murderers
Murderers