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Envy Caine

"Woo K Pt.2"

[Verse 1: Envy Caine and Coach Da Ghost]
Heard they wanna meet the Woo
I told em go back to the cemetery
We rollin up Fatboy smoking Capo
Twirling through the floss where them n*ggas buried
Only way you can meet the Woo
Put the gun to ya head commit suicide
You ain't playing with rookies and you could die
Do a hit throw the chop in the Uber ride
You look sweet are you one of them Kooda guys

A bunch of GDs when I walk in the spot
Slapped a n*gga cause I thought he was Pop
f*ck it Coka everybody get shot
We on 92nd where that beamer parked
Couple GDs they ain't see us park
Rapid fire he ain't see the spark
They see us shining you could see the charts
We some demons yeah we creep in the dark

I could feel it when somebody gon die
Close watch, see your eye twitching
Cause they can't relate and my mind different
I'm with Coke set, im with time tickin

Gotta be on time or know your time tickin
Whipped Fivio ass at the corner store
Me and Gotti beat him up just like Rocky
He fell on the floor and start running off
Take his keys, then go make us a copy
And call the Gz to come and done him off
I went to jail cause you n*ggas tell
Do you remember when that gun went off?
Could twirl with Garvey come and meet the Choo's
It's a graveyard, you'll get pita rolled
This my day job I don't need a role
We could shoot the 6 I don't need a pole

If he NBA we sending headshots
f*ck it go park up on (?) Then walk to Clarkson
With a tec and go shoot it up
Suburban's tinted like a Uber truck
We both got our mask on, look identical
On a mission, we gon shoot it up
We off the Henny and we booted up
That murder murder it ain't new to up
Pop Smoke shoulda got smoked
Who is he speaking to?
He got slapped and went viral
Why y'all believing dude?
I think I need some proof
We the ones that raise the crime rate
The word bout me n*gga I'm straight
(?)

A different tactic when I set up the pot
When I'm in traffic gotta run with the knot
Go pick a casket tryna play with the guys
Drop the Woo, cause them n*ggas gone die
Coka!
We drop the Woo, cause them n*ggas gone die
Heard they wanna meet the Woo
I told em go back to the cemetery
We rollin up Fatboy smoking Capo
Twirling through the floss where them n*ggas buried
Only way you can meet the Woo
Put the gun to ya head commit suicide
You ain't playing with rookies and you could die
Do a hit throw the chop in the Uber ride

Heard they wanna meet the Woo
I told em go back to the cemetery
We rollin up Fatboy smoking Capo
Twirling through the floss where them n*ggas buried

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