Location lyrics

[Intro: Young Nudy]
Okay
(Shout to Young Cardo)
(Shoutout to Cardo)
Okay, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
I’m in the hood in the trap-house (Trap-house)
I’m on the block with my strap out (Word)
Too much money I got now (EA)
Now they say I’m hot now (Slime)
I got the booth on fire (Yeah)
I got the roof on fire (Yeah)
Smoking the best a n*gga stay high, high in the sky
I wonder why (Wonder why)
Why the big guy he bet me to be the flyest (Yeah, yeah)
Baby and I got a FN (Yeah)
Young fly n*gga I’m not YFN (Yeah)
I don’t f*ck with no fake friends (Nah, yeah)
And I’m slimey as hell no YSL
I’m PDE for L, I am for real
I f*ck with Lil Keed cause he YSL (Yeah)
He come from the jungle salute him for real (Yeah)
A lot of the rappers gon f*ck with Pharrell (Yeah)
And I’m slimeball not friendly for real
She f*ck with, she f*ck with you that’s what it is
He say he don’t f*ck with you that’s what it is
He want some smoke with you that’s what it is
Put em’ in the field now he go kill (Okay)
I gotta shooters n*gga nah for real (Yeah)
Thank god I’m a gangster, you know what it is
Give a f*ck bout you and your people feel (Huh)
They said they don’t f*ck with me, I don’t f*ck with them (What)
They fake kick it, when they see we for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know they be tough, but they see me in fields (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They see me in person somebody get killed (Okay, okay, okay)
You know I don’t give a f*ck, f*ck all of them
Soon as I give him the world he kill (Uh-huh)
Definition of a shooter for real (Uh-huh)
Look me young n*gga, yeah I’m in the booth (What)
You know I’ll turn a n*gga into history
Kill a n*gga make this sh*t a mystery
That’s why ‘12 say a n*gga interested
Get my head caught, tryna get me (Damn)
Kill all no witness (Damn)
And I know for sure gang with me
Switch up then you get it
Know you—
All this money I’m feelin’
Pull up to a show and I get it
Got a big ole backend (Yessir)
Beat yo b*tch from the backend (Uh)
Tryna f*ck up her spine (Uh)
And she love the big slime (Yeah)
Say I am one of a kind (Yeah)
And she just dropped a dime (Yeah)
Put me on the list, yeah (Yeah)
Now that b*tch she a slime (Yeah)
You can’t run you can’t hide (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Young Nudy]
She just gave me your location
Now it’s time to go slide
And she say you got the bricks and you got twenty-five
You a perfect type of lick, I’ma hit you on time (Hit you on time)
I remember when I used to rob a n*gga for dimes (n*gga for dimes)
Now I pay a young n*gga just to kill for a dime (Kill for a dime)
If he don’t do it right I’ll give him a .9 (Give him a .9)
Know we cut so it ain’t all glare (All glare), but he get some cash
Do it right next time, I’ll make sure to give you a bag

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
n*gga be talking so tough, we pull out these hunnid’ round choppas they gone tho’
n*gga be trippin’, they know that they rippin’ shi (?)
n*gga they know, i come get a bag in your city, your state, then im gone tho’
I take a trip up to Mars, the Adderall on me, the Percocet, all of em’

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
She just gave me your location
Now it’s time to go slide
And she say you got the bricks and you got twenty-five
You a perfect type of lick, I’ma hit you on time (Hit you on time)
I remember when I used to rob a n*gga for dimes (n*gga for dimes)
Now I pay a young n*gga just to kill for a dime (Kill for a dime)
If he don’t do it right I’ll give him a .9 (Give him a .9)
Know we cut so it ain’t all glare (All glare), but he get some cash
Do it right next time, I’ll make sure to give you a bag