Locations ft. Sickoo Ronn & SOB YE Lyrics

Niggas steady dissing, but they know we leave shit vacant

They go hide, they scared to die When we pop out, we get locations

Catch a opp, hit that switch, then leave that pussy

Nigga thinking he wanna beef, but I don't see him

It's a ghost up in the making I done trapped out all your savings

Niggas broke, that's why they hatin' Yeah, they thought this shit was over

Now I'm out, their faces changin' If he catch me, then I'm dead

What the fuck that lil' boy thinkin'? You just don't know I'm bound to blow

Up this Glock, he get to shakin' Say I crashed out, but he a fan

Sign this Glock, and then I take it Niggas hatin' on the kid

They just might die to see me make it And how y'all beefin' with the gang

And where y'all stay, y'all know it's gated slide through the A, just me and gang

We in some fast, this shit updated Sippin' lean, it got me faded

I'm sippin' lean, it got me faded In the back of that Scat, I might just go crazy

Car too fast, goin' like, 180 I keep nuttin' in, all these hoes like

Damn, lil' bitch, that was my baby These niggas pussy, they crazy

Slidin' on they block', choppin' in 380 Rock that boy to sleep

He in the wood, he rollin' his tree I'm in the car with a big-ass Glock

Like, nigga, who want it with me? I'm in the A right now, we smokin' that Za

You know that I'm geek It was me and Taeway in his yard

We clutchin', we all on feet Niggas steady dissin', but they know we leave shit vacant

They gon' hide, they scared to die When we pop out, we get locations

Catch a opp, I hit that switch Then leave that pussy, nigga, thinking

He wanna beef, but I don't see him It's a ghost up in the making

I done trapped out all your savings Niggas broke, that's why they hatin

Yeah, they thought this shit was over Now I'm out, they faces changin

If he catch me, then I'm dead What the fuck that lil' boy thinking

You just don't know I'm bound to blow Up this Glock, it get to shakin

I get the low on the so I'ma shoot that bitch up

And I put that shit there on my momma Half of these rap, niggas, cap

We se' em in person, you know that we let off a hunnid

I roll a Za, you gotta know that shit stickin

We spend on they block and we let off one-sixty

I took that boy fye, now that boy lookin' shitty

I aim at his dome, try to knock off fitty

I pull up with Ron today This lean in my cup, gotta know that shit there red

And half of these hoes be lyin' You link with these sluts, well, swear to god that shit get you mislead

Bro got the sticks in the back of the shed Put your head in that bitch if you play with that bread

And I'm goin' dumb, stupid retarded You play with this shit, then we might just go fed

Niggas, they, they dissin' But they know we leave shit vacant

They gon' hide, they scared to die When we pop out, we get locations

Catch a opp, I hit that switch Then leave that pussy, nigga, thinking

He wanna beef, but I don't see him It's a ghost up in the making

I done trapped out all your savings Niggas broke, that's why they hatin

Yeah, they thought this shit was over Now I'm out, they faces changin

If he catch me, then I'm dead What the fuck that lil' boy thinking

You just don't know I'm bound to blow Up this Glock, it get to shakin

You just don't know I'm bound to blow Up this Glock, it get to shakin