This single was released on 11 October 2018.
Scale: Ab Major Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 97 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Abm Ebm Abm D.A. got that dope! [VERSE] Abm Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze) Ebm Night crawlin' in a Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt) Ebm Told 'em "Hold it, don't you panic" Abm Took an island, flood the mansion (Yah, big woe) Ebm Drop the roof, more expansion Ebm Drive a coupe, you can't stand it (It's lit) Abm Bitches undercover (In the sheets) Ebm I'm an ass and titties lover (Big ass) Ebm Guess we all meant for each other Abm Now that all the dogs free (Yeah, yeah) Ebm And we out in these streets (Alright) Ebm Can you do it? Can you pop it for me? www.chordzone.org [VERSE] Abm Pull up in the Demon on God Ebm Lookin' like I still do fraud Abm Flyin' private jet with the rod Ebm It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit Abm Pull up in the Demon on God Ebm Lookin' like I still do fraud Abm Flyin' private jet with the rod Ebm It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit [VERSE] Abm Offset! Abm Blow the brains out the coupe (Boom) Ebm Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (Woop woop, hey) Abm I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (Ice) Ebm Fuck her on the yacht, dive in the pool (Yeah) Abm She an addict (Addict) Abm Addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek) Ebm Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel) Abm I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (Drippin') Ebm And we got more stripes than the ref, Ebm We foul, tech 'em (Bow, stripes) www.chordzone.org Abm In the middle of the field like David Beckham (Field, bow) Ebm All my niggas locked up for real, I'm tryna help 'em (Free, free) Abm When I got a mill, got me the chills, Abm Don't know what happened (Ooh, chills) Ebm Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (Hey, hoo) Abm I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Ghandi (Gaddafi, hey) Ebm I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (Hey, hey) Abm Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (Clone, haha) Ebm We from the Nawf, straight out the dungeons (We from the Nawf, hey) Abm I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (Egh, egh, egc) Ebm Three hundred the watch is out of your budget (Woo, woo, three hundred) Abm Mean muggin' got me clutchin' Ebm And the stick right out of Russia [HOOK] Abm Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze) Ebm Night crawlin' in a Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt) Ebm Told 'em "Hold it, don't you panic" Abm Took an island, flood the mansion (Yah, big woe) Ebm Drop the roof, more expansion Drive a coupe, you can't stand it (It's lit) Abm Bitches undercover (In the sheets) Ebm I'm an ass and titties lover (Big ass) Ebm Guess we all meant for each other Abm Now that all the dogs free (Yeah, yeah) Ebm And we out in these streets (Alright) Ebm Can you do it? Can you pop it for me? [VERSE] Abm Pull up in the Demon on God Ebm Lookin' like I still do fraud Abm Flyin' private jet with the rod Ebm It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit Abm Pull up in the Demon on God Ebm Lookin' like I still do fraud Abm Flyin' private jet with the rod Ebm It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit [VERSE] Abm In the Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell raiser Ebm Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nothin' favor Abm When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart Ebm I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start Abm I got the fire on me in BET Awards Ebm When your well run dry, you know you need me for Abm When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I'm doin' Ebm If the police get behind me, I'm fleein' and eludin' Abm Sleepin' on a pallet turned me to a savage Ebm I'm a Project Baby, now I stay in Calabasas Abm Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jackin' Ebm I be sippin' on lean tryna keep balance Abm Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks Ebm I don't say much, I just let the heat talk Abm Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock Ebm My lil' baby ride that dick like a seesaw Abm When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean Ebm When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Selene Abm Baby girl, you just a fling, that ain't what I mean Ebm Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme [CHORUS] Abm Pull up in the Demon on God Ebm Lookin' like I still do fraud Abm Flyin' private jet with the rod Ebm It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit Abm Pull up in the Demon on God Ebm Lookin' like I still do fraud Abm Flyin' private jet with the rod Ebm It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit
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