Meek Mill - Blue Notes 2 Lyrics


Meek Mill - Blue Notes 2 Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap
You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more, a little bit more
Turn me up Cruiz
So many motherfucking hundreds you gotta make a part two

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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 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
Where did 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 ’em
We keepin’ it real, niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas
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 nigga, your stash gon’ pay my drug bill
Pussy (pussy!)
Nigga, this expensive pain, pullin’ expensive Range

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
Now I 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 (Yeah)

[Verse 2: 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 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 weren’t ridin’
I was the richest nigga on a mission
I was motivated, I watchin’ moves
Yeah, the brokest nigga 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 niggas keep tellin’ you what?
Why they be runnin’ to you?
Why every time niggas talk about me and it’s bad
They keep comin’ to you?

[Interlude: Meek Mill]
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 lil’ hoe ass nigga
I’ll slap the shit out you, fuck it

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
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’ ’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, its me and every one of my savage niggas, 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 fuck what niggas think
I just be laughin’ to the bank

[Verse 4: Lil Uzi Vert]
I done pulled up with the presidential on my wrist and this bitch 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 niggas ‘fore I be twenty-eight
Love her back, when bitches wasn’t lovin’ me
Twenty-thousand at best, she ain’t dumpin’ 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 we fuck, she yell “nut in me” (Aye, Lil Uzi)

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