COD ft. Matt Diesel Lyrics

Yea

Yea

Drag em down to hell

Drag em down to hell

We was playing nice at first.

Yea he got a wifebeater on

Yea my heart is chrome.

They be talking crazy off the phone.

Now that tank top stain red

Call of Dute

Shoot at my opponents.

Yea

I got what they want

I got what they want

yea

Guess thats why they hate us

I wasn't going for the okie doke

She wanted smoke

Seen him now he don't like beef

Every time I come across a plate Ima eat.

Jump in that fire, better have a seat belt.

Came across his girl, when she sees me bet she melts yea.

My mind is on allusion.

Misplacing my thoughts yea that's the confusion.

Don't be releasing the tension

Drag the haters to hell.

Thats where they belong

My money is long, I'm rocking Vlong

In the dark, that's where I grind alone.

All the ops is ducking down.

Call of duty prone, back on rouge again.

Drag em down to hell

We was playing nice at first.

Yea he got a wifebeater on

Yea my heart is chrome.

They be talking crazy off the phone.

Now that tank top stain red

Call of Dute

Shoot at my opponents.

Yea

I got what they want

I got what they want

yea