2 Worlds, Pt. 2 lyrics

WillThaRapper

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

[Verse 1: YBN Cordae]
Look! I started off, n***as 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**k that b*t*h and kick her like a soccer ball
Pull up on her pu**y just to pop it off

[Verse 3: YBN Cordae]
Double life and a n***a been stressin'
Played your song, damn that sh*t was depressin'
n***as flexin' in studio sessions
Bad b*t*h 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***as 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***as on some guc sh*t
Pulling f**king triggers on a nuisance
But I'm not a gangsta I be coopin'

[Verse 8: WillThaRapper]
f**k her on monday and call her a cutie
I'm f**king another b*t*h by Tuesday
No f**king, no n***a I'm toting a tooly
These b*t*hes 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***a, cause my father real but people plot and kill

[Verse 10: WillThaRapper]
Real n***a, you should f**king know
And its double S f**king O, we'll f**k 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*t*hes 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**king 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***as, 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***as be fake
And I'm paraplegic, don't feel you

[Verse 13: YBN Cordae]
n***a straight, she don't mind my posture
Eating steak, benihanas and lobster
Wish a n***a with em like Mr. Crocker
Put a fo' with a sprite of a boxer

[Verse 14: WillThaRapper]
Sippin' on lean so it f**k up my posture
While young n***as on my roster
If I ain't a chopper you gon' need a doctor
Or a breathalyser, he ain't breathing properly
I f**ked 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*t*h 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)


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