ZEZE (feat. Travis Scott & Offset)

D.A. got that dope
 Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)
 Night crawlin' in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
 Told 'em 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)
 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 (God)
 Lookin' like I still do fraud
 Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
 This that Z shit, this that Z shit
 Pull up in a demon, on God (God)
 Lookin' like I still do fraud
 Flyin' 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'm on mute (woo-woo, hey)
 I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause 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' to death, I need a casket (drippin'-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)
 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 outta 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 outta Russia (brr)
 Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)
 Night crawlin' in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
 Told 'em hoes that don't you panic
 Took an island, 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 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' like I still do fraud
 Flyin' private jet with the rod
 This that Z shit, this that Z shit
 Pull up in a demon, on God
 Lookin' like I still do fraud
 Flyin' private jet with the rod
 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 none 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 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 flin', that ain't what I mean
 Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme
 Pull up in a demon, on God (God)
 Lookin' like I still do fraud
 Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
 This that Z shit, this that Z shit
 Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
 Lookin' like I still do fraud
 Flyin' 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