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woo k - coachdaghost lyrics

man f*ck that we going over there, over there, over there
i don’t give a f*ck who outside, somebody gettin’ shot today
word to my mother
we choo’n twirlin’ we shootin’ sh*t
catch em’ lackin’ don’t know who to pick

[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 n*ggas 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
f*ck gs9 we o’d 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
f*ck gs9 we o’d 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 2: coachdaghost * envy caine]
next n*gga 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 n’ they sorry
he wanna know who be coaching them
[?] * 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]
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 4 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 sides, adios, d*ck riders, that’s fivio
sendin my demons on defense, they waitin just for me to tell em’ it’s time to go

[verse]
we just bought a couple hammers
time to go nail a couple opps, dig a grave we gon’ slide through the bammas
left lil’ d dead on the floor board broad day he was throwin’ a tantrum
dressed up in all black, cuz’ somebody dyin’ give a f*ck about cameras
back on my bullsh*t, got everybody scared, d*mn i know they can’t stand us
if you problem we the answer
people get k!lled 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 pop
they see i’m with the physics so they plot
but that we up [?]
it’s coach and coka goin’ straight to the top
i was goin’ to apply pressure, me and coach goin’ opp catcher
keep on runnin’ ricky till these shots catcha’
i let the cash out, then gon’ trap hard just to get all my bread back
remember the last n*gga, that be court switcha’ gotta send em’ a headtap
“coach who that n*gga that be pullin’ up”
hear from a rapper ain’t good enough, it don’t really matter who pullin’ up
face shot, d*mn he should’ve ducked
the rate drops then me pullin’ up
one of my n*ggas is cookin’ up send you bookin’s for a bunch shootin’ you could look it up
coachdaghost you should look it up
[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 n*ggas 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
f*ck gs9 we o’d in 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
f*ck gs9 we o’d 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

wook, wook, wook

- coachdaghost lyrics

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