Blue Notes 2 Lyrics – Meek Mill ft. Lil Uzi Vert

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 motherfu*king hundreds
You gotta make a part two

I'm not in competition with my homies
I'm whipping 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 sliding 'round, hitting the building
We moving with Glock, pounds, and them .40s
Them Ni*gas got shot down, we was whoring
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 Ni*gas cracked on me
When it got real, tried to slide on him
I made some M's, split the guys on it
We keeping it real, Ni*gas not
And my homie a savage, got put in a casket
And I'm mad at him 'Cuz he died on us
Just left his viewing and I told his momma
Every time that she cry, "We gone slide on 'em"
I look you Ni*gas 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 Ni*gas 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 nothing, I'll tell you how a thug feel
And you ain't rich, Ni*ga, your stash can't pay my drug bill
Pu*sy (Pu*sy)
Ni*ga, this expensive pain, pulling 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 going hard and my back to the wall (Wall)
I was like JH, just pumping and faking us
No way they matching me off (Matching me off)
Who really gone stick me if we getting busy
And we seeing rap when it's bought? (Bought)
I won't even practice, I go triple platinum
And they saying that was a wash, ayy
I switch my Rollie up to a Richard Mille
In the trenches with some young Ni*ga
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 Ni*ga in the prison
I was strapping up when Ni*gas wasn't riding
I was the richest Ni*ga on a mission
I was motivated, I was watching moves
Yeah, I was the brokest Ni*ga, in the kitchen
I was chasing 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 doing favors, and give all my money to who?
You keep telling me Ni*gas keep telling you what?
Why they be running to you?
And why every time Ni*gas talk about me and it's bad
They keep coming to you?

I never got that part
Ni*ga, know you my man
But every time you wanna talk bad about me
They come to you and you come to me like a ho a$$ Ni*ga
I'll slap the Sh*t out you, fu*k 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 coming
We done went up on these Ni*gas like seventy-nothing
They talking about bodies, we talking about millions
We talking bout money, they talking about killing
I gotta go to the bathroom as soon as
I walk in the building
You know how I'm living
Walking, I'm tucking and pa$$ing the glizzy
Don't look all sensitive, you know I ain't slipping
Come to your trenches
It's just me and one of my savages
Ni*ga, you know I ain't tripping
I can't get extorted, I'm balling like Jordan
We slidin with torches, we toting and p!mping
It's fu*k what Ni*gas think
I just be laughing to the bank

I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist
And this bi*ch hit like Hillary
I was just in the kitchen, whipping Hannah Montana
Like my name was Billy Ray
And I bet that I have me a hundred million dollars
On these Ni*gas 'fore I be twenty-eight
Love her back, when bi*ches wasn't loving me
Twenty-thousand at best, she ain't dubbing me
I'm on point, ain't no bi*ch out here running me
Lamborghini, the same color Bumblebee
Pull up Cullinan, same color, butter seats
In the game, ain't no young Ni*ga touching me
Yeah, she know that I'm the Sh*t
And she know that I'm rich
Every time that I fu*k
She say, "Nut in me" (Ayy, Lil Uzi)