KODAK BLACK feat TRAVIS SCOTT , OFFSET - Zeze Chords and Lyrics

This single was released on 11 October 2018.



SongRating: 7/10

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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?
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[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)
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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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