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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kodak Black
Stimme und Gesang
Travis Scott
Stimme und Gesang
Offset
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bill Kahan Kapri
Songwriter:in
Christina Gandy-Rogers
Songwriter:in
David Doman
Songwriter:in
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter:in
Justin Thomas
Songwriter:in
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter:in
Marcus Prince
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
David Doman
Produzent:in
Chris Ulrich
Ingenieur:in
Drew Drucker
Ingenieur:in
Jamie Peters
Ingenieur:in
Tyler Unland
Ingenieur:in
Chris Athens
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jacob Richards
Mischtechniker:in
Jaycen Joshua
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Seaberg
Mischtechniker:in
Rashawn McLean
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
D.A. got that dope!
[PreChorus]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze!)
Night crawling in a Phantom (Skrrt-skrrt)
Told them 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!)
See the 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 dogs free (Yeah, yeah!)
And we out in these streets (Alright!)
Can you do it? Can you pop it for me?
[Chorus]
Pull up in a Demon, on God
Looking like I still do fraud
Flying private jet with the rod
This that Z shit, this that Z shit!
[Chorus]
Pull up in a Demon, on God
Looking like I still do fraud
Flying private jet with the rod
This that Z shit, this that Z shit! (Offset!)
[Verse 2]
Blow the brains out the coupe (Boom!)
Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (Woop-woop, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (Ice)
Fuck her on the yacht, dive in the pool (Yacht)
She a addict (Addict)
Addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be dripping to death, I need a casket (Dripping)
And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC 'em (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (Field, bow)
All my **** locked up for real, I'm tryna help 'em (Free, free)
When I got a mill, got me the chills, don't know what happened (Ooh, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (Hey)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, Goliath running (Hey, hey)
**** be cloning, I find it funny (Clone)
We from the Nawf, straight out the dungeons (We from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothing
Three hundred the watch, it's out of your budget (Three hundred)
Mean mugging got me clutching
Yeah, and the stick right out of Russia
[PreChorus]
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze!)
Night crawling in a Phantom (Skrrt-skrrt)
Told them 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 titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dogs free (Yeah, yeah!)
And we out in these streets (Alright!)
Can you do it? Can you pop it for me?
[Chorus]
Pull up in a Demon, on God
Looking like I still do fraud
Flying private jet with the rod
This that Z shit, this that Z shit!
[Chorus]
Pull up in a Demon, on God
Looking like I still do fraud
Flying private jet with the rod
This that Z shit, this that Z shit!
[Verse 3]
In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell raiser
Self-made, I don't owe a **** nann favor
When you get that money, ****, keep your heart
I'm sliding 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 doing
If the police get behind me, I'm fleeing and eluding
Sleeping on a pallet turned me to a savage
I'm a Project Baby, now I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jacking
I be sipping on lean tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-walk, Dickies 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 that dick like a seesaw
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 busting out my jeans like I do the scheme
[Verse 4]
Pull up in a Demon, on God
Looking like I still do fraud
Flying private jet with the rod
This that Z shit, this that Z shit!
[Verse 5]
Pull up in a Demon, on God
Looking like I still do fraud
Flying private jet with the rod
This that Z shit, this that Z shit!
Written by: Christina Gandy-Rogers, J. Thomas, Kodak Black, M. Prince, Offset, Travis Scott, d.a. got that dope