ZEZE Ver. 2 lyrics

by

T-Pain


[Intro]
D.A. got that dope!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
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)
See the b*tches 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?

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
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 sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)
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 sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)

[Verse 1: Tyga]
(ooh)
I done seen rap n*ggas (Yeah)
Come and dap n*ggas (Yeah)
Turn they back on ya, now they wanna rap with ya (Damn)
Ten years in the race, I done overlapped n*ggas (Pew)
Platinum in my ring, I done sold plaques, n*gga (Damn)
Takin' shots at a beast had to come attack n*ggas (Hah)
Treat you like my son, I don't need a babysitter (Nope)
I reinvent the rhythm, n*ggas wanna reconsider (Bah)
Fallin' in the bank, I'll be gone 'til November (Fume)
Take a famous b*tch, then I turn her to a sinner (Freak)
Bad b*tches only, tell them n*ggas, "Do not enter" (Nope)
I pack pack, puttin' the b*tches in a sprinter (Yeah)
I switch flow, switch whip into Aventa' (Fume)
I eat this beat like a TV dinner (Uhm)
On your TV, don't fall asleep on a n*gga (Yeah)
I'm swimming in this money, R.I.P. Mac Miller (Damn)
And I'm loyal to my soul, I'm a Hometown Hero

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
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)
See the b*tches 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?

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
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 sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)
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 sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)

[Verse 2: Offset]
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)
f*ck 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 n*ggas 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)
n*ggas 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

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
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)
b*tches 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?

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
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 sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)
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 sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)

[Verse 3: Denzel Curry]
First off, every rapper in the game garbage
No flodgin', b*tch I'm the Green Goblin
b*tch I'm always working hard, but I ain't Amish
All you silly little n*ggas need to pay homage
To a n*gga like me, 'cause you ain't like me
And most likely, I'ma take your b*tch
In some brand new Nikes, used to rock the Y-3
If you sponsored by me, then you are the sh*t
Big time player, big city roller
Came a long way from using Motorola
Pickled eggs, don't forget the juice, that cost a quarter
Tryna dodge the crackers when they try to reach their quota
Yeah, you already know what it is b*tch
I light up an incense, 'cause n*gga, I'm too lit
Don't give me your two cents, here's a penny for your thoughts
Put a penny in a pig, never pennies for a thot
Know what it is, know what it ain't, I'ma go back to the bank
f*ck a new car, in a new paint, I'ma pull up in a tank
Like drank never on me, and the dank never on me
If a n*gga catch a fade
Then we paint with the homies like a mural
f*ck a federal bureau
It's plural, hella hoes and apparel
That's American, none of these hoes I'm marryin'
They only give a f*ck 'bout what a n*gga carryin'
Hmm, ha, I'm the new guy
n*gga better not try me, he might die
If a, n*gga, pull up, I
Just might, have to, pull out, fire
No Nino but I make G money
Four kilo so I get ki' money
Hit C-Note so I see money
I go dumb but I ain't no dummy

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
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)
b*tches 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?

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
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 sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)
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 sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas]
This ain't what you wanted, they been waiting for it
I'm Joyner Lucas, what the f*ck you n*ggas take me for
(What the f*ck)
I pull up in a Demon but I kill Satan for it
If you want attention Tory you gon' have to pay me for it
All these hoes love me but you sucker n*ggas hate me for it
You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes door
The bullets fly, you recline like a La-Z-Boy
All you do is cry, you a child, you my baby boy
You call yourself Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah)
Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo' sh*t
Don't ever think that you could ever come compare yo' sh*t
Little girls and kids only ones who feel yo' sh*t
I skipped the plaques on my way to a Grammy
All your records soft and sweet, n*ggas think that you candy
Your n*ggas really convinced you that you think you can scare me
And you got identity issues, n*ggas think you a tranny

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
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)
b*tches 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?

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
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 sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)
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 sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)

[Verse 5: Swae Lee]
You already know (You already)
My protocol (Oh)
I wouldn't say they greedy, but they come back for more (More)
Superstar status, baby, hold the applause (Yeah, superstar status)
My life a movie, baby, you're in this episode (Ohh)
Yo, dressed down in this b*tch, woah
Takin' bad b*tches home wit' me (Ooh)
Give a damn about receipts, oh (Ooh)
Spend it all, watch it blow away
Take a dose, don't misuse it
Pop fifteen, make her dreams come true (Ayy)
All my cash come blue
Shine on these n*ggas like we always do

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
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)
b*tches 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?

[Refrain: Kodak Black]
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 sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)
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 sh*t, this that Z sh*t (This that Z sh*t)

[Outro]
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh

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