Woo K (feat. Coach Da Ghost)

Man Fuck that we going over there, over there, over there

I don't give a fuck who outside, somebody gettin' shot today

Word to my mother

We CHOO'n, Twirlin', we shootin' shit

Catch 'em lackin' don't know who to pick

Grrt, Baow

We not leavin' til a Woo drop

Mother Gaston, we gon' spin through the Floss

Flock 'em down and get a new chop

NBA **** get put in the grave

Keep shootin' til it swish shot

Park up a SG and roll a Harrow

We gon' smoke another big opp

Everywhere I go I gotta big .9

Fuck GS9, DOD and the Floss

We gon' keep droppin a Woo (WooK)

If this ya' man when we come through the spot then you can get shot wit' 'em too

Fuck GS9, DOD and the Floss

We gon' keep droppin a Woo

If this ya' man when we come through the spot then you can get shot wit' 'em too

And the next **** talkin' bout Garvey

Load the Glock and I'm shootin' the party

You can turn to a spliff in this Marley

See the look on they face and they sorry

He wanna know who be coaching them

Might go Drac 'em when I'm close to ‘em

If I get the addy, I'm makin' it Cali

On god he get shot wit' his Locc's ‘n ‘em

Coka smoking on they doorsteps

Early mornin' tryna catch a new body, but NBA still ain't on court yet

When suicides like a uber driver, when we pull up Suburbans wit' four Tecs

And this 750 smokin' Fatboy, couple Choo's we ain't takin' no checks

No mask on wit' a bunch of Blixky's tryna figure out who we gon' smoke next

We gon park where he live, it is what it is, and I know the reason they so stressed

(Coach Where You Tryna Go Next)

Switch siders, adios, dick riders, that's Fivio

Sendin' my demons on defense, they waitin just for me to tell ‘em it's time to go

We just bought a couple hammers

Time to go nail a couple opps, dig a grave, we gon' slide through the Bamaz

Left Lil Dee dead on the floor, broad day he was throwin' a tantrum

Dressed up in all black, cause somebody dyin' give a fuck about cameras

Back on my bullshit, got everybody scared, damn I know they can't stand us

If you a problem we the answer

People get killed for havin' no manners

Even though they can't stand us don't get your man touched

They understand the Shine

I had to get it get it, scrape the pot

They see I'm with the physics so they plot

But that we up it's dangerous so they watch

It's Coach and Coka Jigga goin' straight to the top

I was goin' to apply pressure, me and Coach goin' opp catcher

Keep on runnin' Ricky till these shots catch 'em

I let the cash out, then gon' trap hard just to get all my bread back

Remember the last **** that we caught Swishin' had to send 'em a headtap

"Coach who that **** that be pullin' up"

Hear from a rapper ain't good enough, it don't really matter who pullin' up

Face shot, damn, he should've ducked

The rake drops then me pullin' up

One of my **** is cookin' up Central Booking's for a bunch shootin' you could look it up

CoachDaGhost you should look it up

SHINE

We not leavin' til a Woo drop

Mother Gaston, we gon' spin through the Floss

Flock 'em down and get a new chop

NBA **** get put in the grave

Keep shootin' til it swish shot

Park up a SG and roll a Harrow

We gon' smoke another big opp

Everywhere I go I gotta big .9

Fuck GS9, DOD and the Floss

We gon' keep droppin a Woo(28919629) (WooK)

If this ya' man when we come through the spot then you can get shot wit' 'em too

Fuck GS9, DOD and the Floss

We gon' keep droppin a Woo

If this ya' man when we come through the spot then you can get shot wit' 'em too

WOOK, WOOK, WOOK