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

Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Symere Woods/Nikolas Papamitrou/Alexander Papamitrou

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 motherf**king hundreds you gotta make a part two

Meek Mill/Lil Uzi Vert：

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 n***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 s**t scene n***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 n***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 n***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 n***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 n***a your stash gon' pay my d**g bill

P***y

N***a this expensive pain pullin' expensive Range

Lil Uzi Vert：

Now I got expensive chain

He got d**g money

Yeah

That's expensive game

Yeah

I got expensive shooter

Yeah

He got expensive aim

Yeah

You know it's Lil Uzi that's an expensive name

Yeah

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 n***a

Tryna tell him how this rich s**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 n***a in the prison

I was strappin' up when n***as weren't ridin'

I was the richest n***a on a mission

I was motivated I watchin' moves

Yeah the brokest n***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 n***as keep tellin' you what

Why they be runnin' to you

Why every time n***as talk about me and it's bad

They keep comin' to you

I never got that part

N***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' h*e a*s n***a

I'll slap the s**t out you f**k 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 n***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 sitchy you know I ain't slippin'

Come to your trenches it's me and every one of my savage n***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 f**k what n***as think

I just be laughin' to the bank

Lil Uzi Vert：

I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist

And this b***h 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 n***as

'Fore I be twenty-eight

Love her back when b***hes wasn't lovin' me

Twenty-thousand at best she ain't dumpin' me

I'm on point ain't no b***h out here runnin' me

Lamborghini the same color Bumblebee

Pull up Cullinan same color butter seats

In the game ain't no young n***a touchin' me

Yeah she know that I'm the s**t and she know that I'm rich

Every time that we f**k she yell "nut in me"

Aye Lil Uzi