Blue Notes 2 lyrics - Meek Mill (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Meek Mill:]

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

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

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)

[Meek Mill:]

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

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

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)