Lyrics:
Ouu, ya, aye Yall came in with the games, aye Ps4 gang everyday, aye C.O.D and GTA, aye C.O.D and GTA, aye Yall came in with the games, aye Ps4 gang
something for you, something for you I'm coming, I'm coming I'm coming will you wait for me I'll give you something, this love C.O.D C.O.D. Collect
to fuck with me Bitch I’m strapped up Like it’s C.O.D There’s no guarantee There’s So much drip Looks like i water skied Hi I’m Joshie You don’t won’t know
lense But I'm tryna see what he on Real niggas back in style Murder all the fake Aye, jealous ass niggas aint getting no money so they hate Aye, C.O.D
said, he "B.O.B" Hold him down, P.O.P Shoot shit up, C.O.D Sticked up, fuck a tree Bag him up, shoppin' spree See my face, fuck a ski Bitch, I'm
or PZ let all these bullets go just like PZ Wock sipping B.O.B Yo, bitch wanna be on me Hella sticks like C.O.D. Ghost gun like C.O.D Scavenger like
poppin shit What it do chasing all my dreams I might just buy a bank What it do C.O.D on deck they tell me turn me up crank What it do I just jumped out
poppin shit What it do chasing all my dreams I might just buy a bank What it do C.O.D on deck they tell me turn me up crank What it do I just jumped out
Yea Yea I had a vision and the couldn't stop that Aight Crank I had a vision and they couldn't stop that It’s young C.O.D 4 L I had to go up
them in a bubble All these flintstones got them straight from Barney Rubble Money in the mattress cause sometimes I like to cuddle yea C.O.D the company
a playbook Pull up serve my scammer he got more profiles then facebook C.O.D cash on demand boy you gon have to pay up Like C.O.D them Call Of Duty straps
like I'm Neymar on the haters radar Like C.O.D stepping in and I BOP on my way to the TOP Smoking like a POT though I got the master key can't Master
niggas miss I swear it's like they playing C.O.D (Yeah) Gucci on my pants How much racks? I got hella lots Pockets hella green Yeah you know I got hella
Alții se comportă de parcă i-am atacat Doar să aibă grijă cu băiatu' C.O.D Nu e prima dată când am meci cu haterii Cause I be so throwed in the game
I ain't bluffing it might change ya life Yea yea y'all gone have to show me Gucci Mane La Flare i'm back to the old me Young C.O.D done turned into
bluffing it might change ya life Yea yea y'all gone have to show me Gucci Mane La Flare i'm back to the old me Young C.O.D done turned into a OG The way I
lets play C.O.D Like I got all maps off nigga I don't see no enemy and I come through spinning catch my drift is you smelling me You gone kill em and I
soul So my mental stay tired Overdose on marijuana C.O.D Man He fried C.O.D Cause of death So high Till the day that I die Fuck a hater talkin shit Cuz
buying all my guns with scopes Its starting to feel like C.O.D Li1 thats gang we gone up the score Rez hanging out the dodge We got on a chase But we got
white tees We gone be alright if C.O.D up o the beat Always seen it coming I was being patient Looked up in the sky man a nigga made it Now we celebrate I
white tees We gone be alright if C.O.D up o the beat Always seen it coming I was being patient Looked up in the sky man a nigga made it Now we celebrate I
barata Cómo en el C.O.D Apunto la mira A cada situación Andamos bien recio Nada nos paró Somos la calle Y la calle soy yo Me gusta la calle Desde que era
C.O.D zombies Please don't bitch on computers, Bobby My fault for Grinchn' sorry Feeling like Shawny I'm way too hot, they call me wick Claim that he
professor I ain't got no P.H.D. So if you want your freedom P.D.Q Divorce me C.O.D
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