2 Worlds, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: YBN Cordae]
Ohhh we had to do this sh*t to 'em again man
I need to make these n*ggas right
Wo (Wo)

[Verse 1: YBN Cordae]
Look! I started off, n*ggas hard and soft
But acting hard and raw
Sneak dissing, you retarded
Raw, they wasn't smart at all

[Verse 2: WillThaRapper]
Shoot 'em up, Then I watch 'em fall
f*ck that b*tch and kick her like a soccer ball
Pull up on her pus*y just to pop it off

[Verse 3: YBN Cordae]
Double life and a n*gga been stressin'
Played your song, damn that sh*t was depressin'
n*ggas flexin' in studio sessions
Bad b*tch and I swear she a blessin'
Boy I'm the man, you rap and don't got a plan
Free my little bro off the gang

[Verse 4: WillThaRapper]
You play with me, I'm let that sh*t blam
And where you stand is where you gon' land, Wow
[Verse 5: YBN Cordae]
Drop my new sh*t, its exclusive
How I do dis' they be clueless
The way I'm killing these rappers, its ruthless
But I pity the fool 'cause they stupid

[Verse 6: WillThaRapper]
n*ggas talk crazy, won't do sh*t (Talking stupid)
Talking that looselip, They already long as a pool stick
And we uhaul when we move sh*t

[Verse 7: YBN Cordae]
Running looselip, bro got blue tips
But be ducking n*ggas on some guc sh*t
Pulling f*cking triggers on a nuisance
But I'm not a gangsta I be coopin'

[Verse 8: WillThaRapper]
f*ck her on monday and call her a cutie
I'm f*cking another b*tch by Tuesday
No f*cking, no n*gga I'm toting a tooly
These b*tches don't mean nothing to me

[Verse 9: YBN Cordae]
Hollow thrills, I don't swallow pills, I'm bout my dolla' bills
A real n*gga, cause my father real but people plot and kill
[Verse 10: WillThaRapper]
Real n*gga, you should f*cking know
And its double S f*cking O, we'll f*ck your ho
And we'll slap your bro, wow

[Verse 11: YBN Cordae]
When they see you down, they don't see the vision
Grinding hard was a sweet decision
Pocket stuffed they on Peter Griffen
Now I'm making money I complete the mission
b*tches used to block me, now they wanna jock me
And she give me sloppy like her teeth is missing
Bro they keep a shotty like a f*cking hobby
Chop a haters body now he breathing different
Quarter back sh*t in the field due
They keep your ass down to conceal you
The killing our kids on the steel moon
They'll be busting at n*ggas, what will do

[Verse 12: WillThaRapper]
If bro see you up, I'm like kill who
If he point at you imma kill you
I'm out on the field and n*ggas be fake
And I'm paraplegic, don't feel you

[Verse 13: YBN Cordae]
n*gga straight, she don't mind my posture
Eating steak, benihanas and lobster
Wish a n*gga with em like Mr. Crocker
Put a fo' with a sprite of a boxer
[Verse 14: WillThaRapper]
Sippin' on lean so it f*ck up my posture
While young n*ggas on my roster
If I ain't a chopper you gon' need a doctor
Or a breathalyser, he ain't breathing properly
I f*cked her throat, so she ain't speaking properly
If the fans come, we ain't speaking louder, Shhh, Don't say a sound
In my trap you gon' work b*tch and don't lay around
I don't like sneak dissing and don't play around
If you got a problem won't don't you go say it now
If your plug work with us we gon' show em some love
But if he taxin' we gon' take em down

[Outro]
Gang (Gang, Gang, gang, gang,)
(Skrt, skrt) (Huh, Huh) (Wow, wow)