Zeze - Kodak Black ft Travis Scott and Offset (lyrics) D.A. got that dope Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze) Night crawlin\u0027 in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt) Told \u0027em hoes that don\u0027t you panic Took an island (yeah), flood the mansion (big water) Dropped the roof, more expansion Drive a coupe you can stand in (it\u0027s lit) See the bitches undercover (in the sheets) I\u0027m 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 (God) Lookin\u0027 like I still do fraud Flyin\u0027 private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit Pull up in a demon, on God (God) Lookin\u0027 like I still do fraud Flyin\u0027 private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit Offset, blow the brains out the coupe (boom) Police wanna talk, but I\u0027m on mute (woo-woo, hey) I\u0027ma bust her wrist down \u0027cause she cute (ice, 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\u0027 to death, I need a casket (drippin\u0027-drippin\u0027) 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) All my niggas locked up, for real, I\u0027m tryna help \u0027em (free, free) When I got a mil\u0027, got me the chills, don\u0027t know what happened (hoo, chills) Pop pills, do what you feel, I\u0027m on that zombie (hey, hoo) I\u0027m more like Gaddafi, I\u0027m not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey) I\u0027m more like I\u0027m David, Goliath runnin\u0027 (hey, hey) Niggas be clonin\u0027, I find it funny (clone, haha) We from the Nawf, straight outta the dungeon (we from the Nawf, hey) I go in her mouth, she can\u0027t tell me nothin\u0027 (eghck, eghck, egchk) 300, the watch is out of your budget (woo, woo, 300) Mean-muggin\u0027 got me clutchin\u0027, yeah, and this stick right outta Russia (brr) Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze) Night crawlin\u0027 in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt) Told \u0027em hoes that don\u0027t you panic Took an island, flood the mansion (big water) Dropped the roof, more expansion Drive a coupe you can stand in (it\u0027s lit) Bitches undercover (in the sheets) I\u0027m 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 Lookin\u0027 like I still do fraud Flyin\u0027 private jet with the rod This that Z shit, this that Z shit Pull up in a demon, on God Lookin\u0027 like I still do fraud Flyin\u0027 private jet with the rod This that Z shit, this that Z shit In a Hellcat, \u0027cause I\u0027m a hell-raiser Self-made, I don\u0027t owe a nigga none favor When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart I\u0027m slidin\u0027 in a coupe, ain\u0027t 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\u0027m doin\u0027 If the police get behind me, I\u0027m fleein\u0027 and eludin\u0027 Sleepin\u0027 on the palette turned me to a savage I\u0027m a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas Like I still serve fiends, like I\u0027m still jackin\u0027 I be sippin\u0027 on lean, tryna keep balance Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie\u0027s with my Reeboks I don\u0027t say much, I just let the heat talk Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock My lil\u0027 baby ride the dick like seat lock When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean When I jumped up out the Beam\u0027, I was in Celine Baby girl, you just a flin\u0027, that ain\u0027t what I mean Money bustin\u0027 out my jeans like I do the scheme Pull up in a demon, on God (God) Lookin\u0027 like I still do fraud Flyin\u0027 private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit Pull up in a Demon, on God (God) Lookin\u0027 like I still do fraud Flyin\u0027 private jet with the rod (rod) This that Z shit, this that Z shit Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Uh-huh, ha