Zeze
Kodak Black Lyrics


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(D.A. got that dope)

Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)
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 love 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? (Pop it for me)

Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)

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)
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')
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 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 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

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)
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 (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)

In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
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
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 a see-saw
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 bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme

Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)

Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh




Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh

Overall Meaning

The song "ZEZE" by Kodak Black featuring Travis Scott and Offset is a trap music that tells the story of the rappers' lavish lifestyle which includes possessing luxurious cars, expensive jewelry, and women. The opening line "Ice water, turned Atlantic" is a reference to the rapper's expensive diamond jewelry, while "Nightcrawling in the Phantom" means cruising at night in a Rolls Royce Phantom. Kodak Black boasts about his opulent lifestyle by claiming to "flood the mansion" and "drive a coupe you can stand in." The chorus of the song raps about "Z shit," which is likely referencing the use of Xanax, a powerful anti-anxiety medication that's used recreationally in some circles.


Offset's verse brags about his jewelry and Chanel fabrics, as well as his support for his incarcerated friends. The last verse by Travis Scott lays emphasis on Kodak's past which features crime and hustling. The lyrics suggest that even though the rappers have now made it big, they do not have any plans to slow down their opulent lifestyle. Overall, the song is about having fun and living the extravagant life with friends.


Line by Line Meaning

(D.A. got that dope)
The producer D.A. created the beat


Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)
My diamonds are so cold that they have turned the ocean into ice


Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
I am driving around in my Rolls-Royce Phantom at night


Told them hoes that don't you panic
I reassured my female companions not to worry


Took an island, (yeah) flood the mansion (big water)
I bought an island and flooded the mansion with a lot of water


Dropped the roof, more expansion
I opened the roof of my car to create more space


Drive a coupe you can stand in (it's lit)
I drive a sports car that is so big, you can stand inside it; it's awesome


She love bitches undercover (in the sheets)
The girl I'm with likes to secretly be with other women in the bedroom


I'm an ass and titty lover (big ass)
I enjoy looking at and touching curvy women


Guess we all made for each other
We were meant to be together


Now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah)
Now that all my friends are out of jail and free


And we out in these streets (alright)
We are out and about in the city


Can you do it, can you pop it for me? (Pop it for me)
Can you dance and move your body for me?


Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
I arrive in a Dodge Demon car, I swear to God


Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
I still look like I'm committing illegal activities


Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
I am on a private jet with a gun


This that Z shit, this that Z shit (Z shit)
This is the type of music that I make, it's fire


Offset! Blow the brains out the coupe (boo)
A call-out to Offset to join this song; we'll shoot from the car's windows


Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (woo-woo, hey)
The cops want to communicate with me, but I won't listen


I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (ice)
I'll adorn her wrist with diamond bracelets because she's pretty


Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (yeah)
We'll make love on a yacht and then jump into the pool


She an addict (addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
She's addicted to the luxurious lifestyle and luxury watch brand Patek Philippe


Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I'm a big spender and I'm asking if she's ever touched Chanel fabrics


I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (drippin')
I was wearing too much jewelry and I'll die, so I need a coffin


And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (bow, stripes)
We have more gun magazines than the referee has stripes, if he opposes us, we’ll shoot


In the middle of the field like David Beckham (field, bow-bow)
We are in the field, just like famous soccer player David Beckham


All my niggas locked up, for real, I'm tryna help 'em (free, free)
All of my friends are in jail, and I'm trying to help them get out


When I got a mil', got me the chills, don't know what happened (hoo, chills)
When I made my first million dollars, I felt overwhelmed and don't know what happened


Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (hey, hoo)
I take drugs and do whatever I want, I am like a zombie


I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
I am more like the former Libyan leader Gaddafi, not like the peaceful leader Gandhi


I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (hey, hey)
I feel like David from the Bible, and I'm running away like Goliath’s enemy


Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (clone, haha)
People try to copy me, but I find it amusing


We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (we from the Nawf, hey)
We are from the northern part of the United States, and our environment was tough


I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (eghck, eghck, egchk)
During an intimate moment, I penetrate her mouth and she can't say no or talk


300, the watch is out of your budget (woo, woo, 300)
My watch costs $300, and you can't afford it


Mean-muggin' got me clutchin'
I feel frightened and I'm holding on tight because someone's giving me a hostile look


Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia
I have a gun from Russia with me


Bitches undercover (in the sheets)
Women act secret and deceptive during sex


Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
Can you dance and move your body for me?


In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
I'm driving a Hellcat car because I'm a troublemaker


Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nann favor
I've achieved success by myself, and I don't owe anyone anything


When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
When you become wealthy, don't lose touch with your emotions


I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
I'm driving in a sports car that doesn't require a key to start


I got the fire on me in BET Awards
I have a firearm with me during the BET Awards


When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
When you have no money, you'll know you need me to help you out


When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I'm doin'
When I arrive in my Buick, you know what I'm up to


If the police get behind me, I'm fleein' and eludin'
If the cops are chasing me, I'm going to try and get away


Sleepin' on the palette turned me to a savage
Because I was poor and slept on a cot, I became a vicious person


I'm a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
I grew up in low-income housing projects, but now I live in a wealthy area


Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jackin'
I look like I'm still selling drugs, like I'm still robbing people


I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep balance
I drink codeine syrup to get high, but try to maintain my balance


Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks
I'm doing a specific dance called the Z-Walk while wearing Dickies and Reeboks


I don't say much, I just let the heat talk
I don't talk much, I just use my gun to solve problems


Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
Your jewelry is low quality and fake, like the re-crystallized cocaine


My lil' baby ride the dick like a see-saw
My partner moves up and down while having sex like a see-saw


When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
When I arrived on the music scene, I was high on drugs


When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine
When I got out of my BMW car, I was wearing luxury brand Celine


Baby girl, you just a fling, that ain't what I mean
I don't want a serious relationship with you; it's not what I meant


Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme
I have so much money it's overflowing from my pockets, like my criminal plan


Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
Ad-lib sounds to end the song.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Bill Kapri, C. Gandy-Rogers, David Doman, Dieuson Octave, J. Thomas, Jacques Webster, Kiari Cephus, M. Prince

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@andiaz8837

one of the most iconic beats ever produced

@whatareyouthinking6021

Only if it wasnt wasted on a douchbag like kodak and it was just given to travis and post malone

@nlenle5526

@@whatareyouthinking6021 lol

@zbo9825

@@whatareyouthinking6021 Kodak hard at I don't know what u smoking on

@whatareyouthinking6021

@@zbo9825 you really think "iS tHat ZeE ShIt" was "HaRd" repeated 2 and then repeated another 2 times after every travis line
And even kodak in his verse sounded like a 72 year old women choking on apples
And if you think he was hard then your smoking higher shit then me

@tyronevon374

@@whatareyouthinking6021 it’s called catchy lines , smh ur such a fucking fish man go home kick rocks

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@thinking_vro4189

The beat is just so tropical 🏝

@notkevinh

I wonder why...

@thinking_vro4189

@@Raphidel yeah I know

@thethinker8910

@@Raphidel Trinidad and Tobago not Jamaican 💀

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