ZEZE Lyrics
For Upon |ZEZE is Kodak Black’s latest song featuring Travis Scott and Offset released in 2018. Read ZEZE Lyrics below and enjoy the beautiful song!
Kodak Black Ft. Travis Scott and Offset – ZEZE Lyrics
Nightcrawlin’ in a 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)
She loves bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I’m an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs are free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
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)
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), an addict for the lifestyle, and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I will be drippin’ to death, I need a casket (Drippin’)
And we got more stripes than the ref, he fouled, 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 any 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, but she can’t tell me anything (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
Nightcrawlin’ in a 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 titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs are free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
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)
Self-made, I don’t owe a nigga nann favor
When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
I’m slidin’ in a coupe, ain’t got no key to start
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 into a savage
I’m a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve friends, like I’m still jackin’
I will 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 rides the dick like a seesaw
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out of 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
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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