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Meek Mill Lil Uzi Vert
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Yo, Nick Papz (yeah), make it slap (brrt)
You gotta turn me up in the headphones some more, a little bit more
Just a teeny bit, turn me up Cruz
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So many motherfuckin' hundreds you gotta make a part two
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I'm not in competition with my homies
I'm whippin' the competition and the Rollie
I knew my opposition never knew me
They wouldn't be opposition if they knew me
I made a proposition to my hitters
I told them to knock me down if you owe me
I just be slidin' 'round, hittin' the building
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 16 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 it, we keepin' it real, niggas 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 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 mill' with some niggas
And they switch 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 nothin', I'll tell you how Thug feel
And you ain't rich nigga, your stash can't pay my drug bill
Pussy (pussy)
Nigga, this expensive pain, pullin' an expensive Range
Neck 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)
I'm goin hard and my back to the wall (wall)
I was like J, just pumpin' and fakin' us
No way they matchin' me off (matchin' me off)
Who really gon' stick me if we gettin' busy and we seein' rap when it's bought?
I won't even practice, I go triple platinum and they sayin' that was a wash, ayy
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
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 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 e'ry 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 e'ry time you wanna talk bad 'bout me
They come to you and you come to me like a 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 all sensitive, you know I ain't slippin'
Come to your trenches, it's just me and one of my savages
Nigga, you know I ain't trippin'
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 hit 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 28
Love her back, when bitches wasn't lovin' me
20 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 I fuck, she nut in me
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