Y'all Ain't Got Nothin On Me (feat. Cory Gunz)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

YA!

Cory what's happenin'?

YMCMB

Okay now mama had a nigga

Nigga had some problems

Then it's zero zero zero comma, a piranha

Wa-water whip, anything in my circumference

Got that work, dancing like it's fucking Bently Fonzworth

Concert, monster, my feet too long for Converse

Louis V all over me, I'mma need a brown hearse

Encore, dead fresh, hair weave on my head rest

Supercalifragilistic, I'mma need a spell check

Fuck around and get you dog shot, I'm a damn vet

How you have an AK and get killed by a Fail Tech

Duhh, I be going dumb

She 21 with Chinese eyes I call her Soo Yung

Pockets on croissant

Bread over anything

I'm busting like I'm getting me some head at a shooting range

2 Chainz!

[Hook: Cory Gunz]

Tell them niggas I won't stop stunting

Long as I won't stop wanting, fronting

Y'all ain't got nothing on me

Tell them niggas I won't stop stunting

Long as I won't stop wanting, fronting

Y'all ain't got nothing on me

I said, tell them niggas I won't stop stunting

Long as I won't stop wanting, fronting

Y'all ain't got nothing on me

I'm the fast talking pimp of the year, the year

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]

2 Chainz I got you

Yo, look what my flow bout

Make a niggas head spin til his eyes fall out

My team the machine, niggas not gon doubt

What I mean is all my Autobots roll out

Never gave a fuck about a cop or scout

Get ya little cub chopped, then I flop on the couch

And just watch like y'all, when I hop on the bounce

Kill the booth, hear the blood, can't stop Cor now

Sip drink, I don't bottle pop, pour it out

For my niggas on lock, on the block or the ground

Moving more tops than a hot whore house

Couldn't fuck with me then, who can stop Cor now?

Smoke like a blunt, other shot call style

Call pigs, you a chicken, put the Glock on the cow

Paper describes, you ain't got no nouns

Young Money Cash Money until I go down

When the Mills ring you is not all loud

You don't wanna take a last shot throw the towel

Pound for Pound, we the Pound for Pound

Pull up on my nigga BOW, Nigga y'all go Wow

Didn't know then nigga y'all know now

2 Chainz got the crowd on loud

We do things, Stop ho how?

How could I ever let her knock cor now?

Flex from the X nigga to the A-Town

This dedicated to the niggas stayin' down