PRIVATE LOCATIONS ft. WELLY CHAPO Lyrics

Private locations, they can't stop me, can't phase me

I'm too solid, they hate it Young boys watch through fake pages

I, never dodge a smoke If I'm on your ass, I'ma let you know

Never moving like a little hoe Tell them watch me out loud

Please don't watch me like a bitch Them boys will wipe your whole block out

If you fucking with the kid We ain't going out to clubs

The way I party too big Private yacht, jet skis

Them bitches dying to come in Used to get dropped off

Now S five hundred and fifty class the Benz I hate to fuck the count up

Take some time to count again Too much to hold, they don't fit in

Lot of carrots under the chin I told the team chill

How the fuck we not gonna win? Motion this, motion that

We over here motion sick There's no movement over there

Stationary, motionless I can tell she a munch

She try to bite it through the zip I need a pound minimum

Too many heads to get a zip Only dead, Benjamin

We ain't praising any men I give out cuts if I want

Never forced to give a split Coming from the bottom, Rushing

Like I was forced to get rich I'm going in all or nothing

Only dead, Benjamin We ain't praising any men

I give out cuts if I want Never forced to give a split

Coming from the bottom, Rushing Like I was forced to get rich

I'm going in all or nothing

Big chapo Yeah, yeah

Cash rules everything around me Let's get cream

Niggas screaming loyalty Can't tell you what that shit mean

Every nigga around me got emotion We the wave kings

Plug, give me anything I want Cause my face clean

If I ever pull the block Then you know I'm gon' use it

If Viv get that call Man, I know she gon' lose it

Ain't gotta tell Brody nothin' Bet he gon' shoot it

Last I've survived But I bet he gon' do it

My dawg get that food by the load Like he a breeder

Brody stuffin' bread in a bag like it was PETA

Got a little redbone, get me mad, she a diva

I make her even madder when I tell her I don't need her

This that throw it in the pot and let it bubble till it rise up

Spread it on the plate, give it a minute, let it dry up

This ain't Xans, this ain't purse, this ain't meth

This the drug of the 80s, it's that crack in the flesh

Only dead, Benjamin We ain't praising any men

I give out cuts if I want Never forced to give a split

Coming from the bottom, Rushing Like I was forced to get rich

I'm goin' in all or nothin

Only dead, Benjamin We ain't praising any men

I give out cuts if I want Never forced to give a split

Coming from the bottom, Rushing Like I was forced to get rich

I'm goin' in all or nothin

Yeah, yeah