Cod

Lyrics

[Intro - low 808 rumble, sparse trap hi-hats, confident spoken ad-libs]

Yeah, uh, hoes in the way... rod game too strong... let's go

[Verse 1 - booming 808 bass, crisp trap snares, aggressive auto-tuned flow with punchy ad-libs]
Step aside, shorty, you blockin' my lane
Hoes swarm like flies, all chasin' the flame
They see the wrist glisten, the whip on ten
But you foul as hell, girl, where you been?
Puffin' that pack, breath reekin' regret
Ass lookin' right but the vibe is a threat
I swerve left, swerve right, no time for the drama
You want this rod? Nah, it ain't for your mama
Groupie central, lineup at the door
But I peep the scent, like dead fish on the shore

[Pre-Chorus - rising synths, pitched-up ad-libs, tension-building hi-hat rolls]
All they want is the stick, the thrill, the ride
But I ain't divin' in, that cooch got that tide
Smell me comin'? Better check your hygiene
Rod stay loaded, but you off the scene

[Chorus - massive 808 drop, layered auto-tune hooks, heavy reverb ad-libs "yeah, uh, get out the way"]
Hoes gettin' in my way, all they want this rod (rod!)
I ain't touchin' you, pussy smell like cod (cod!)
Hoes gettin' in my way, chase the wave, get lost (lost!)
Rod too fire, you too frost, nah, not (nah!)
Get in my way, way, all for the D
Pussy like cod, girl, you killin' me
Rod stay callin', but you can't reply
Step aside, baby, wave goodbye

[Verse 2 - gritty trap beat switch-up, distorted 808s, rapid-fire flow with echo ad-libs]
Pull up pristine, ice on freeze
You thirsty as hell, beggin' on your knees
But one whiff, and it's game over quick
That fish market funk got me feelin' sick
Squad laughin', we roastin' your vibe
You think you a ten? Nah, you a minus five
Want the pipe dream? Line up with the rest
But hygiene first, pass that freshness test
I dodge the traps, keep the circle tight
Rod exclusive, no room for your type tonight

[Bridge - stripped trap minimalism, echoing vocal chops, slow 808 pulse building suspense]
Slow it down... yeah, you hear that?
Rod talkin', but you disqualified
Smell test failed, exit stage right
Hoes in the rearview, peace out...

[Chorus - explosive drop return, doubled vocals, massive sub-bass, hype ad-libs "skrrt, rod!"]
Hoes gettin' in my way, all they want this rod (rod!)
I ain't touchin' you, pussy smell like cod (cod!)
Hoes gettin' in my way, chase the wave, get lost (lost!)
Rod too fire, you too frost, nah, not (nah!)
Get in my way, way, all for the D
Pussy like cod, girl, you killin' me
Rod stay callin', but you can't reply
Step aside, baby, wave goodbye

[Outro - fading 808 tail, pitched-down vocals, distant ad-libs dissolving into reverb]
Yeah... hoes out the way... rod stay winnin'... fade out...