Blue Notes 2 (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

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 motherfucking hundreds 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 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

Now I got expensive chain

He got drug money, that's expensive game

I got expensive shooter, he got expensive aim

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

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?

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

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' '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

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)