Meek Mill - Sharing Locations lyrics

[Intro] KJ, what you got goin' on man? Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap [Verse 1: Lil Durk, Lil Baby & Meek Mill] I got a lil' b*tch from the hood I call her, "Gang," she don't play with that bae sh*t I be fu*kin' this NBA ni**a 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 ni**a 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 fu*k 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 ni**as on store runs 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 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 [Verse 2: Lil Durk, Lil Baby & Meek Mill] Yeah, Rolls Royce swervin', famous b*tch curvin' Seen you out in traffic, you was lookin' nervous Ran it up on that sh*t 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, ni**a 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 sh*t ain't a custom I'm fu*kin' 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' b*tches 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 b*tch with The Voice and The Hero These ni**as is weirdos, ain't goin' this hard (No way) I'm from the P, that's K All these ni**as know me, I hang with [Chorus: Lil Durk] 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 [Outro: Lil Durk] Murderers I hang with all the murderers Murderers