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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Travis Scott
Travis Scott
Vocals
Offset
Offset
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Kahan Kapri
Bill Kahan Kapri
Songwriter
Christina Gandy-Rogers
Christina Gandy-Rogers
Songwriter
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Justin Thomas
Justin Thomas
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Marcus Prince
Marcus Prince
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Doman
David Doman
Producer
Chris Ulrich
Chris Ulrich
Engineer
Drew Drucker
Drew Drucker
Engineer
Jamie Peters
Jamie Peters
Engineer
Tyler Unland
Tyler Unland
Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Mixing Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Mixing Engineer
Rashawn McLean
Rashawn McLean
Mixing Engineer

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
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