Album Name

ZEZE (feat. Travis Scott & Offset)

Artist

Kodak Black

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2018.10.19

Release Agency

워너뮤직

ZEZE (feat. Travis Scott & Offset) - Kodak Black
D.A. got that dope
Ice water
turned Atlantic Freeze
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom
Skrrt Skrrt
Told them hoes
that don't you panic
Took an island flood the mansion
Yeah
Big water
Dropped the roof
more expansion
Drive a coupe
you can stand in It's lit
See the bitches undercover
In the sheets
I'm an ass and titty lover Big ass
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free
Yeah yeah
And we out in these streets Alright
Can you do it
can you pop it for me
Pull up in a Demon
on God On God
Lookin' like I still do fraud Fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod Rod
This that Z shit this that Z shit
This that Z shit
Pull up in a Demon
on God On God
Lookin' like I still do fraud Fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod Rod
This that Z shit this that Z shit
This that Z shit
Offset
Blow the brains out the coupe Boo
Police wanna talk
but I'm on mute Woo-woo hey
I'ma bust her wrist down
'cause she cute Ice
Fuck her on a yacht
dive in a pool Yeah
She an addict Addict
addict for the lifestyle
and the Patek Patek
Big daddy
have you ever felt Chanel
fabrics Chanel
I be drippin' to death
I need a casket Drippin'
And we got more stripes than the ref
he foul TEC him Bow stripes
In the middle of the field
like David Beckham Field
bow-bow
All my niggas locked up for real
I'm tryna help 'em Free free
When I got a mil' got me the chills
don't know what happened Hoo chills
Pop pills do what you feel
I'm on that zombie Hey hoo
I'm more like Gaddafi
I'm not no Gandhi Gaddafi hey
I'm more like I'm David
Goliath runnin' Hey hey
Niggas be clonin'
I find it funny Clone haha
We from the Nawf
straight out of the dungeon
We from the Nawf hey
I go in her mouth
she can't tell me nothin'
Eghck eghck egchk
300 the watch is out of your budget
Woo woo 300
Mean-muggin' got me clutchin'
Yeah and this stick right out of Russia
Ice water
turned Atlantic Freeze
Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom
Skrrt skrrt
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island
Yeah flood the mansion Big water
Dropped the roof
more expansion
Drive a coupe
you can stand in It's lit
Bitches undercover In the sheets
I'm an ass and titty lover Big ass
Guess we all meant for each other
Now that all the dawgs free
Yeah yeah
And we out in these streets Alright
Can you do it
can you pop it for me
Pull up in a Demon
on God On God
Lookin' like I still do fraud Fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod Rod
This that Z shit this that Z shit
This that Z shit
Pull up in a Demon
on God On God
Lookin' like I still do fraud Fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod Rod
This that Z shit this that Z shit
This that Z shit
In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made
I don't owe a nigga a damn favor
When you get that money
nigga keep your heart
I'm slidin' in a coupe
ain't got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry
you know you need me for it
When I pull up in the Buick
you know what I'm doin'
If the police get behind me
I'm fleein' and eludin'
Sleepin' on the palette
turned me to a savage
I'm a project baby
now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends
like I'm still jackin'
I be sippin' on lean
tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk
Dickie's with my Reeboks
I don't say much
I just let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip
diamonds like re-rock
My lil' baby ride the dick
like a seatlock
When I stepped up on the scene
I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the Beam'
I was in Celine
Baby girl you just a fling
that ain't what I mean
Money bustin' out my jeans
like I do the scheme
Pull up in a Demon
on God On God
Lookin' like I still do fraud Fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod Rod
This that Z shit this that Z shit
This that Z shit
Pull up in a Demon
on God On God
Lookin' like I still do fraud Fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod Rod
This that Z shit this that Z shit
This that Z shit
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