Sharing Locations lyrics

by

Meek Mill


[Intro]
(KJ, what you got goin' on man?)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk, Meek Mill & Lil Baby]
I got a little b*tch from the hood, I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that bae sh*t
I be f*ckin' this NBA n*gga b*tch 'cause she know I ain't ever gon' say sh*t
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 n*gga be sharin' location
Yeah, I was ridin' in the Ghost with the ghost gun
Seen you out with your kids so you owe one
And my man in the can while you takin' out the trash, he gon' pop with the MAC like, "Don't run" (Don't run)
Gave her a pill, they all get high, you ever had a foursome?
It's too much cash for me to hide, I had to give lil' bro some
I f*ck her raw from time to time, I don't show no emotion
But when he died, he had them racks, he had to make a GoFund
I hang with the hitters who train the killers who send all the n*ggas on store run
I got me a check and I brought me a 'Cat, and I went on the block and did donuts

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
I hang with all the murderers
I'm payin' all the lawyers for the murderers
I'm puttin' all my last on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers

[Verse 2: Meek Mill, Lil Baby & Lil Durk]
Yeah, Rolls Royce, swervin', famous b*tch curvin'
Seen you out in traffic, you was lookin' nervous
Ran it up on accident, they thought it was on purpose
I know for a fact, I'm blastin', man, I never get too worried
Hunnid racks in hunnids, stick like cursive, I been sellin' verses
One time I lied inside 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 even die by the gun, took a fake pill, n*gga died off Percs
Shorty look perfect (Perfect)
pus*y was worth it, go get her some purses
My diamonds be hittin' like we in a Versuz
We stickin' together, this sh*t in a cursive
I'm f*ckin' with Durkio
I just left the jeweler with Baby, bought two anniversaries
Go to Atlanta, they Copper and Cove me (Brother)
Bad lil' b*tches all over me
Way too ranked up, ain't no exposin' me (No way)
She wanna go to the mall (Let's get it)
Got up and went to the pop-up in Louis in SoHo and ordered it all
I'm in this b*tch with The Voice and The Hero
These n*ggas is weirdos, ain't goin' this hard (No way)
I'm from the P, that's gang
All these n*ggas know me, I hang with
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
I hang with all the murderers
I'm payin' all the lawyers for the murderers
I'm puttin' all my last on the murderers
You don't wanna see me with the murderers, murderers

[Outro: Lil Durk]
Murderers
I hang with all the murderers
Murderers
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