Lil Uzi Vert, Meek Mill - Blue Notes 2 lyrics

Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap yeah (Brrt)
You gotta turn me up in
The headphones some more, a lil' bit more
Just a teeny bit turn me up, Cruz
It's so many motherfuckin' hundreds
You gotta make a part two

I'm not in competition with my homies
I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie
I knew my opposition never knew me
They wouldn't be opposition if they know me
I made a proposition to my hitters
I told them to knock 'em down if he owe me
I just be slidin' 'round
Hittin' the building
We movin' with Glock, pounds, and them 40s
Them niggas got shot down, we was whorin'
My homie a opp now, so we on him
I was like sixteen with the MAC on me
Deep in the field like it's Pop Warner
Weathered the shit, seen niggas cracked on me


When it got real, tried to slide on him
I made some M's, split the guys on it
We keepin' it real, niggas not
And my homie a savage, got put in a casket
And I'm mad at him 'cause he died on us
Just left his viewing and I told his
Momma, every time that she cry
"We gon' slide on 'em"
I look you niggas right dead in the eye and
I ain't surprised you ain't ride for us
How would you feel if you
Bust some mill' with
Some niggas and they switch the side on you?
How would you feel?
When you so lit that you can't
Tell if the love real
If I can't tell you nothin'
I'll tell you how a thug feel
And you ain't rich, nigga
Your stash can't pay my drug bill
Pussy (Pussy) nigga, this expensive pain
Pullin' an expensive Range

Neck got expensive chain he got drug money
(yeah) , that's an expensive game (yeah)
I got an expensive shooter
(yeah) , he got expensive aim (yeah)
You know it's Lil Uzi
(yeah) , that's an expensive name (yeah)

I'm goin' hard and my back to the wall
(Wall)
I was like JH, just pumpin' and fakin' us
No way they matchin' me off
(Matchin' me off)
Who really gon' stick me if we gettin' busy
And we seein' rap when it's bought?
(Bought)
I won't even practice, I go triple platinum
And they sayin' that was a wash, ayy
I switch my Rollie up to a Richard Mille
In the trenches with some young nigga
Tryna tell him how this rich shit really feel
You ain't never been in the field with them
Late nights, off Benadryl With
Them great whites, locked in a cell
Like Shawshank, no redemption
I was the richest nigga in the prison
I was strappin' up when
Niggas wasn't ridin'
I was the richest nigga on a mission
I was motivated, I was watchin' moves
Yeah, I was the brokest nigga, in the kitchen
I was chasin' million when
They said I couldn't
I was hard headed, I ain't listen
Kinda glad that I never did
Now we all made it out the trenches, yeah
All of my money is new
All of my money is blue, riddle me this?
I'm supposed to go get money
And keep doin' favors
And give all my money to who?
You keep tellin' me niggas
Keep tellin' you what?
Why they be runnin' to you?
And why every time niggas talk
About me and it's bad
They keep comin' to you?

I never got that part nigga, know you my man
But every time you wanna talk bad 'bout me
They come to you and you come to
Me like a ho ass nigga
I'll slap the shit out you, fuck it woo

Hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundreds
My homie a opp, but he know how I rock
So you know that I'm ready
However he comin' we done went up on these
Niggas like seventy nothin'
They talkin' 'bout bodies
We talkin' 'bout millions
We talkin' bout money
They talkin' 'bout killin'
I gotta go to the bathroom as soon
As I walk in the building
You know how I'm livin'
Walkin', I'm tuckin' and
Passin' the glizzy
Don't look all sensitive
You know I ain't slippin'
Come to your trenches, it's just me
And one of my savages, nigga
You know I ain't trippin'
I can't get extorted
I'm ballin' like Jordan
We slidin with torches
We totin' and pimpin'
It's fuck what niggas think
I just be laughin' to the bank

I done pulled up with the presidential on my
Wrist and this bitch hit like Hillary
I was just in the kitchen
Whippin' Hannah Montana like my
Name was Billy Ray
And I bet that I have me a hundred million
Dollars on these niggas 'fore
I be twenty-eight love her back
When bitches wasn't lovin' me
Twenty-thousand at best
She ain't dubbin' me i'm on point
Ain't no bitch out here runnin' me
Lamborghini, the same color Bumblebee
Pull up Cullinan, same color, butter seats
In the game
Ain't no young nigga touchin' me
Yeah, she know that I'm the shit
And she know that I'm rich
Every time that I fuck, she say
"Nut in me" (Ayy, Lil Uzi)