Zelly - Zero Gravity (feat. IcedOutMK)

I'm stacking the bread and the cheese, the lettuce, the money, get made like a sandwich
I'm not from this world, I'm not from the earth, I'm not from this planet
I got so much green on me, I'm piccolo and I just came straight from Namek
Keep talking that shit, bust you with the AR, call it the special beam cannon
I had copped me the Range Rover, I take it to space, they mad they can't stand it
I'm taking your girl, I make her the main, I'm slipping her out of her panties
I'm with a bad mama jama who giving me top underneath, she can't stand me
From class to the good ol' booth, Do a lil photo shoot
Man how the fuck do you manage
My pockets run deep cause I'm getting this money and checks, like I got all the answers
I really look too good with a fresh haircut and a little enhancement
I'm all juiced up at the mix when I'm off the liquor it turn me to a dancer
I'm moonwalking in this bitch and moonwalking to your chick
Zelly too saucy when he spit, told them King you cold but I'm cooler than this bitch
Diamonds
Bezels, at the 4 seasons like Kenen and Kel
My sons
Rebels and spittin' on these beats with the heavenly bells
I'm so elemental from the way I spit bars, you would think I'm the master of metal
With a all black suit and golden guns, like I'm reaper and 007
I'm shredder, I'm slicin' you up like cheddar, your bitch is a dog, Ima pet her
Letterman jacket on
I feel like the bully, they know they can't touch me, they rookies
Your hand in the jar, you're greedy, you're reaching for cookies, I know they cannot overlook me
Im disappointed to you niggas, I pity you
Y'all really be out here paying for pussy, I'ma retaliate
That's a must, I'ma walk em down, turn em to dust (Aye)
They think I'm the Batman, but I'm keeping two glocks, you can call me Hush (Be quiet)
I'm shooting you three times, in your back, in your leg, and the place that you brush
(Baow, Baow, Baow)
I'm stacking the bread and the cheese, the lettuce, the money get made like a sandwich
I'm not from this world, I'm not from the earth, I'm not from this planet
I got so much green on me, I'm piccolo and I just came straight from Namek
Keep talking that shit, bust you with the AR, call it the special beam cannon
I had copped me the Range Rover, I take it to space, they mad they can't stand it
I'm taking your girl, I make her the main, I'm slipping her out of her panties
I'm making the buckets like curry, I'm shooting threes and I make it look easy (Woahhhh)
You could be the most prettiest girl in the world, but I think it's still hard to please me (Yea)
I'm iced out like MK, Harrington Inn, that's where I stay
Osama Bin Laden, I'ma blow your house up, a blitz not Madden (For real)
You better come and get your bitch, she rubbing my dick, she think I'm Aladdin (Nah)
I'm riding in a all black impala call me nudy tryna see who to bust first (Yahhhh)
I'm stomping your head on the curb, I'm leaving your brain looking like custard (Damn)
I'm shooting you in the head with the glizzy, the condiments, ketchup and mustard (Graow)
She hiding her phone, she making it hard for me to trust her
If she playing then ima play too, she must not know that I am a hustler (she must not knowww)
I got weapons of mass destruction, get you gone like Nagasaki (Yahhhh)
My flow is a suicide bomb, kamikaze, I'm beating these niggas like Baki (Like bahhh)
Break all your bones, please do not try me, im slimy
I got that's bros right beside me

Written by:
Melik Harrington, Todd Forbes

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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