C.O.D. Peewee Longway & Cassius Jay (Ft. MPA Yikes)

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[Intro]
Ain't got shit for free, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I don't got shit for free, I need C.O.D. (Cash)
Yeah, I ain't got none for free
I ain't got none for free, I need C.O.D
Ain't got none for free, I need C.O.D
It gon' be R.I.P. when you fuck with me
I ain't got—
(That boy Cassius)
Uh, uh, uh
(Swagdot)

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
I don't got shit for free (I don't got shit for free)
I need a C.O.D. (I need cash)
My pistol stay on me (Pistol stay on me), it's gon' be R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Yeah, they do that (Yeah, they do that)
Head, chest, and stomach where they shoot at (Bop, bop, shoot at)
Jumpin' out them Jeeps, we rockin' Bayou like a New Jack (Like I'm by-by)
Fo'-fo' at your crewneck (Pop)
Yeah, they do that (Yeah, they do that)
Runnin' through bands and bought a new Benz, I'm thinkin' 'bout matte black (Matte matte)
Ridin' in a Lyft with a thousand eight grams
They callin' it cash stacks (Cash stacks)
.448s in the backpack (Woah)
I had to hit 'em with the lack-lack (Hit it)