Correction Lyrics Woo K, Pt. 2 by Envy Caine

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Ayo, Gz, Go get four straps real quick
F**k that, we slappin' n***as again
Hahaha, Twirl
Sh*t don't never stop, we forever situated
Form Brownsville to Flatbush, we droppin' the Woo
Jackin' -- we clappin'-

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***as 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***a 'cause I thought he was Pop
F**k 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
Ghost, why I see your eye twitching?
'Cause they can't relate and my mind different
I'm with Coke set, I'm with time tickin'
Gotta be on time or know your time tickin'
Whipped Fivio a** 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***as tell
Do you remember when that gun went off?
Could twirl the Garvey, come and meet the Cho'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**k it, go park up on Rulber, 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 us
Pop Smoke should've 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***a I'm straight
Said bro name, n***a shine safe
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***as gone die
Coka (Woo K)
We drop the Woo, 'cause them n***as 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***as 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***as buried
Heard they wanna Meet the Woo
Only way you can meet the Woo-

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