Cordae — 2 Worlds Pt. 2

[Intro: YBN Cordae] Ohhh we had to do this shit to 'em again man I need to make these niggas right Wo (Wo) [Verse 1: YBN Cordae] Look! I started off, niggas 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 Fuck that bitch and kick her like a soccer ball Pull up on her pussy just to pop it off [Verse 3: YBN Cordae] Double life and a nigga been stressin' Played your song, damn that shit was depressin' Niggas flexin' in studio sessions Bad bitch 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 shit blam And where you stand is where you gon' land, Wow [Verse 5: YBN Cordae] Drop my new shit, 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] Niggas talk crazy, won't do shit (Talking stupid) Talking that looselip, They already long as a pool stick And we uhaul when we move shit [Verse 7: YBN Cordae] Running looselip, bro got blue tips But be ducking niggas on some guc shit Pulling fucking triggers on a nuisance But I'm not a gangsta I be coopin' [Verse 8: WillThaRapper] Fuck her on monday and call her a cutie I'm fucking another bitch by Tuesday No fucking, no nigga I'm toting a tooly These bitches 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 nigga, cause my father real but people plot and kill [Verse 10: WillThaRapper] Real nigga, you should fucking know And its double S fucking O, we'll fuck 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 Bitches 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 fucking hobby Chop a haters body now he breathing different Quarter back shit 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 niggas, 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 niggas be fake And I'm paraplegic, don't feel you [Verse 13: YBN Cordae] Nigga straight, she don't mind my posture Eating steak, benihanas and lobster Wish a nigga with em like Mr. Crocker Put a fo' with a sprite of a boxer [Verse 14: WillThaRapper] Sippin' on lean so it fuck up my posture While young niggas on my roster If I ain't a chopper you gon' need a doctor Or a breathalyser, he ain't breathing properly I fucked 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 bitch 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)