Blue Notes 2
Meek Mill, Lil Uzi Vert
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(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) Yeah You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more A little bit more Just a teeny bit Turn me up Cruz It's so many motherfuckin' hunnids You gotta make a part two 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 'em down if you owe me I just been slidin' 'round, hittin' buildings 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 scene, 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 mom Every time that she cry, we gon' slide on 'em I look you niggas right dead in the eyes And I ain't surprised you ain't ride for us How would you feel if you bust a mil' with some niggas And they switch 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 Nigga, this expensive pain Pullin' an expensive range Neck 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 I'm goin' hard and my back to the wall I was like JH, just pumpin' and fakin' There's no way they matchin' me off Who really gon' stick me and we gettin' busy We seein' rap when it's bought? I won't even practice, I go triple platinum And they sayin' that was a wash, yeah Iced out 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 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 watchin' moves, yeah I was the brokest nigga in the kitchen I was chasin' a 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 the 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? Why every time niggas talk 'bout 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 about me Come to you and you come to me like a ho-ass nigga I should slap the shit out you F*ck it Woo 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 niggas like seventy-nothin' They talkin' about bodies, we talkin' about millions We talkin' about money, they talkin' about killin' I gotta go to the bathroom soon as I walk in the buildin' You know how I'm livin' Walkin', I'm tuckin' and passin' the Glizzy No look out, sissy, you know I ain't slippin' Come to your trenches, just me and like 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 f*ck 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 hunnid 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 f*ck, she say, "Nut in me" (Ayy, Lil Uzi)
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Written by: Alexander Papamitrou, Nikolas Papamitrou, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Symere Woods
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