Blue Notes 2 (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Yeah, you gotta turn me up in the headphones some more

A little bit more, just a teeny bit

Turn me up Cruz

So many motherfuckin' hunnids you gotta make it part two

I'm not in competition with my homies

I'm whippin' the competition in 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 be slidin' around handlin' business

We movin' with Glock, pounds, and them 40's

Them **** got shot down, we was warrin'

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

Way that the shit seem, **** cracked on me

When it got real, tried to slide on 'em

I made some M's, put the guys on it

We keepin' it real, **** 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 viewin' and I told his mom

Every time that she cry, we gon' slide on 'em

I look you **** right dead in the eye

And I ain't surprised you ain't ride for us.

How would you feel if you bust a mill with some ****

And they switchin' sides 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 tell you how a thug feel

And you ain't rich ****, your stash can't pay my drug deal, pussy

**** this expensive pain, pull up in a expensive Range

(Neck got expensive chain)

He got drug money (Yeah), that's expensive gain (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 going' harder, my back to the wall

I was like JH, just pumpin' and fakin'

There's no way they're matchin' me off

Who really gon' stick me if we getting busy

And we sayin' rappin' was ball?

I won't even practice

I go triple platinum and they sayin' that was a walk

Damn, I stepped my Rollie up to a Richard Mille

In the trenches with some young ****

Tryna tell them how this rich shit really feel

You ain't never been in the field with them late nights off Benadryl

Them great whites locked in a cell

Like Shawshank, no redemption

I was the richest **** in the prison

I was strappin' up when **** wasn't ridin'

I was the richest **** on a mission

I was motivated, I was watchin' moochie

I was the brokest **** in the kitchen

I was chasin' millions when they said I couldn't

I was hard headed, I didn'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 **** keep tellin' you what? Why they be runnin' to you?

Why every time **** talk about me and it's bad, they keep comin' to you?

I never got that part, **** know you my man

But every time you wanna talk bad about me he come to you

And you come tell me like a ho ass ****

Should slap the shit out you, fuck it

Hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids

My homie a opp but he know how I rock

So he know that I'm ready however he comin'

We done went up on these **** like seventy nothing

They talkin' 'bout bodies, we talkin' 'bout millions

We talkin' 'bout money, they talkin' 'bout killin'

I gotta go to the bathroom as soon as I walk in the building

You know how I'm livin'

Walk in I'm tuckin'

And passin' the glizzy, no look, I assist it.

You know I ain't slippin'

Come to your trenches

Just me and like one of my savages, ****, you know I ain't trippin'

I can't get extorted, I'm ballin' like Jordan

We slidin' with torches, we tottin' a Pippen

It's fuck what **** think, I just be laughin' to the bank

I done pulled up with a presidential on my wrist and this bitch hit like Hilary

I was just in the kitchen whippin' Hannah Montana like my name was Billy Ray

And I better have me a hunnid million dollars on these **** 'fore I be twenty-eight

Remember back when them bitches wasn't lovin' me?

20,000, I bet she ain't dubbin' me

I'm on point, ain't no bitch out here runnin' me

Lamborghini the same color, bumble bee

Pull up Cullinan, same color, butter seats

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

Yeah, she know I'm the shit and she know that I'm rich

Every time that I fuck, she say, "Nut in me"