[Intro: Envy Caine]
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
[Chorus: Envy Caine & CoachDaGhost]
We not leavin' till a Woo drop
Mother gassin' we gon' spin through the Floss
Flock 'em down and get a new chop
NBA niggas get put in the grave
Keep shootin' till 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, we OD In the Floss
We gon' keep droppin a Woo (WooK)
If this ya' man when we come through the spot thеn you can get shot wit' 'em too
Fuck GS9, we OD In thе 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
[Verse 1: CoachDaGhost]
And the next nigga 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
[Verse 2: Envy Caine & CoachDaGhost]
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
[Verse 3: Envy Caine & CoachDaGhost ]
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 board 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 straight to pop
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 nigga, that be court switcha' had to send 'em a headtap
"Coach who that nigga 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 rate drops then me pullin' up
One of my niggas is cookin' up send you bookin's for a bunch shootin' you could look it up
CoachDaGhost you should look it up
SHINE
[Chorus: Envy Caine & CoachDaGhost]
We not leavin' till a Woo drop
Mother gassin' we gon' spin through the Floss
Flock 'em down and get a new chop
NBA niggas get put in the grave
Keep shootin' till 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, we OD In 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, we OD In 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
[Outro]
WOOK, WOOK, WOOK
