Blue Notes 2 - 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 motherf_ckin' 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 n_ggas 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 sh_t, seen n_ggas 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, n_ggas 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 n_ggas 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 n_ggas 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, n_gga, your stash can't pay my drug bill
P_ssy (P_ssy)
N_gga, 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 n_gga
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 the richest n_gga in the prison
I was strappin' up when n_ggas wasn't ridin'
I was the richest n_gga on a mission
I was motivated, I was watchin' moves
Yeah, I was the brokest n_gga, 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 n_ggas keep tellin' you what?
Why they be runnin' to you?
And why every time n_ggas talk about me and it's bad, they keep comin' to you?
I never got that part
N_gga, 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 n_gga
I'll slap the sh_t out you, f_ck 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 n_ggas 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, n_gga, 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 f_ck what n_ggas think
I just be laughin' to the bank
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist and this b_tch 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 n_ggas 'fore I be twenty-eight
Love her back, when b_tches wasn't lovin' me
Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dubbin' me
I'm on point, ain't no b_tch out here runnin' me
Lamborghini, the same color Bumblebee
Pull up Cullinan, same color, b_tter seats
In the game, ain't no young n_gga touchin' me
Yeah, she know that I'm the sh_t and she know that I'm rich
Every time that I f_ck, she say, "Nut in me" (Ayy, Lil Uzi)
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