Zeze – Kodak Black feat. Travis Scott lyrics

Lyrics Zeze – Kodak Black

Zeze lyrics
Ice water, turned Atlantic
Nightcrawlin’ in the Phantom
Told them h**s that don’t you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in
See the bitches undercover
I’m an a*s and titties lover
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs free
And we out in these streets
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

Pull up in a demon, on God
Lookin’ like I still do fraud
Flyin’ private jet with the rod
This that Z s**t, this that Z s**t (This that Z s**t)
Pull up in a demon, on God
Lookin’ like I still do fraud
Flyin’ private jet with the rod
This that Z s**t, this that Z s**t

Offset! Blow the brains out the coupe
Police wanna talk, but I’m on mute
I’ma bust her wrist down ’cause she cute
F**k her on a yacht, dive in a pool
She an addict (Addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics?
I be drippin’ to death, I need a casket
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him
In the middle of the field like David Beckham
All my niggas locked up, for real, I’m tryna help ’em
When I got a mil’, got me the chills, don’t know what happened
Pop pills, do what you feel, I’m on that zombie
I’m more like Gaddafi, I’m not no Ghandi
I’m more like I’m David, Goliath runnin’
Niggas be clonin’, I find it funny
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’
300, the watch is out of your budget
Mean-muggin’ got me clutchin’
Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia

Ice water, turned Atlantic
Nightcrawlin’ in the Phantom
Told them h**s that don’t you panic
Took an island, flood the mansion
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can stand in (It’s lit)
Bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I’m an a*s and titties lover
Guess we all went for each other
Now that all the dawgs free
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’ like I still do fraud
Flyin’ private jet with the rod
This that Z s**t, this that Z s**t (This that Z s**t)
Pull up in a demon, on God
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Lookin’ like I still do fraud
Flyin’ private jet with the rod
This that Z s**t, this that Z s**t

In a Hellcat ’cause I’m a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don’t owe a n***a nann favor
When you get that money, n***a, 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 d**k like a seat lock
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
Lookin’ like I still do fraud
Flyin’ private jet with the rod
This that Z s**t, this that Z s**t
Pull up in a demon, on God
Lookin’ like I still do fraud
Flyin’ private jet with the rod
This that Z s**t, this that Z shittt.
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