Lil Uzi Vert - Blue Notes 2 lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap Yeah You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more, a little bit more Turn me up Cruiz So many motherfu*king hundreds you gotta make a part two [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I'm not in competition with my homies I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie I know 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 me down if you owe me I just been slidin' 'round, hittin' them, get 'em We movin' with Glock, pounds and the .40s Them ni**as 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 Where did the sh*t scene ni**as cracked on me When it got real, tried to slide on him I made some M's, split the guys on 'em We keepin' it real, ni**as not And my homie a savage, I put in a casket And I'm mad at him 'cause he died on us Just left his funeral and I told his momma Every time that she cry, we gon' slide on 'em I look you ni**as right dead in the eyes And I ain't surprised you ain't ridin' for us How would you feel if you bust some mills with some ni**as And they switch side on you? How would you feel? When you so lit that you can't tell if the law real If I can't tell you nothin', I'll tell you how Thug feel And you ain't rich ni**a, your stash gon' pay my drug bill Pussy (pussy!) ni**a, this expensive pain, pullin' expensive Range [Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert] Now I got expensive chain He got drug money (Yeah), that's expensive game (Yeah) I got expensive shooter (Yeah), he got expensive aim (Yeah) You know it's Lil Uzi (Yeah), that's an expensive name (Yeah) [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I'm goin hard and my back to the wall I was like Derek, just pumpin' and fakin' There's no way they matchin' me off Who really gon' stick me and we gettin' busy And we rappers when we ball I won't even brag this, I go triple platinum And they said that was an award, eh I switch my Rollie up to a Richard Millie In the trenches with some young ni**a Tryna tell him how this rich sh*t 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 richest ni**a in the prison I was strappin' up when ni**as weren't ridin' I was the richest ni**a on a mission I was motivated, I watchin' moves Yeah, the brokest ni**a in the kitchen I was chasin' million when they said I couldn't I was hard headed, I ain't listen Got a dad that 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 supposed to go get money, and keep doin' favors and give all my money to who? You keep tellin' me ni**as keep tellin' you what? Why they be runnin' to you? Why every time ni**as talk about me and it's bad They keep comin' to you? [Interlude: Meek Mill] I never got that part ni**a, know you my man But every time you wanna talk bad 'bout me They come to you and you come to me like lil' hoe ass ni**a I'll slap the sh*t out you, fu*k it Woo [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids 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 ni**as like seventy-nothin' They talkin' 'bout body, we talkin' 'bout millions We talkin' bout money, they talkin' 'bout killin' I gotta go to the bathroom soon as I walk in the building You know how I'm livin Walkin', I'm tuckin' and passin' the glizzy Don't look how I [?], you know I ain't slippin' Come to your trenches, its me and every one of my savage ni**as, you know I ain't trippin' And I can't get extorted, I'm ballin' like Jordan We slidin with twenty, we totin' and pimpin' It's fu*k what ni**as think I just be laughin' to the bank [Verse 4: Lil Uzi Vert] I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist and this b*tch it 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 hunnid million dollars on these ni**as 'fore I be twenty-eight Love her back, when b*tches wasn't lovin' me Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dumpin' me I'm on point ain't no b*tch out here runnin' me Lamborghini, the same color Bumblebee Pull up Cullinan, same color, bu*ter seats In the game, ain't no young ni**a touchin' me Yeah, she know that I'm the sh*t and she know that I'm rich Every time that we fu*k, she yell "nut in me" (Aye, Lil Uzi)