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C.O.D.

Cassius Jay
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I ain't got shit for free Yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't got shit for free, I need COD, Kaash Yeah, I ain't got none for free I ain't got none for free, I need COD I ain't got none for free, I need COD It gon' be RIP, don't fuck with me I ain't got That boy, Kaash Huh, huh, huh I ain't got shit for free, I need COD My pistol stay on me, it's gon' be RIP Yeah, they do that Head, chest, and stomach where they shoot at Jumpin' out them Jeeps, we rockin' by you like a new Jag .44 Wet your crewneck, yeah, they do that Run through bands and bought a new Benz, I'm thinkin' 'bout matte black Ridin' in the Lyft with a thousand Eight grams, they callin' it cash stacks Colt 48s in the backpack, I had to hit 'em with lack-lack Jump in the Bentley, relax Young nigga choppin' the stick like an axe Stackin' and flippin' the racks The pack come quick just like we faxed it Yeah, we back to whackin', back to droppin' caskets Tell 'em RIP, 'cause we heard a nigga asked it Flavor just like Baskin when I pull up in the Aston I just got the drop on where you at, I heard you lackin' I just popped an OVO, I feel like I'm Aladdin I heard that it's up there, then it's stuck there, I'm on addy's Wake up, watch the mailman back that truck up with my packages Vacuum seal it, beat it out the backdoor with my savages Bitch can't suck my dick 'cause she got way too many cavities Twenty-fours on my Bentley, watch the Forgis change the gravity I been catchin' bodies since a youngin like I'm Cassidy I just keep it gangster with the gangsters, that's my strategy I got Bourne Identity, they call me Longway Jagger Homie just put fifty in the wankster, he tryna wack 'em I ain't got shit for free, I need COD My pistol stay on me, it's gon' be RIP Yeah, they do that Head, chest, and stomach where they shoot at Jumpin' out them Jeeps, we rockin' by you like a new Jag .44 Wet your crewneck, yeah, they do that Run through bands and bought a new Benz, I'm thinkin' 'bout matte black Ridin' in the Lyft with a thousand Eight grams, they callin' it cash stacks Colt 48s in the backpack, I had to hit 'em with lack-lack Ridin' in the Aston, kill a nigga in fashion Leave my phone at home, but my chopper on satin Anytime they bust a move, boy, I move like I'm assassin Fake gangster actin' This is not a movie, when you die, it's never after You can watch the fire jump out the Draco like a dragon Thuggin' with your dick out, got your ho send me your addy I can spend a fifty with the savages, goin' tragic The first nigga get hit, my young niggas gon' start braggin' Keep the cameras at the house, bring the lights, camera, action Tryna hit the first target, but we do this shit with passion Better not disagree, better not mention me You better not mention we, I put you on TV Down, just for actin' like you bad Damn, man down, nigga too bad My lawyer beat the case and disappear just like Shazam Like, what you gon' do in a jam? You gon' pay me for all of my grams I ain't got shit for free, I need COD My pistol stay on me, it's gon' be RIP Yeah, they do that Head, chest, and stomach where they shoot at Jumpin' out them Jeeps, we rockin' by you like a new Jag .44 Wet your crewneck, yeah, they do that Run through bands and bought a new Benz, I'm thinkin' 'bout matte black Ridin' in the Lyft with a thousand Eight grams, they callin' it cash stacks Colt 48s in the backpack, I had to hit 'em with lack-lack