Bout Me Lyrics

Ayy, it's Zelly B, bitch

C'mon

If you heard of me, I'm Zelly B, you know I'm bout that

Go ask that guy, I always clap back

Only thing I fear is my maker, he gon' vouch that

Yeah, I'm in this shit for my own, not no contract

When we hit our mans tell the driver bounce back

If you can't get up in that car, he ain't cut like that

Niggas ain't cut like that, niggas ain't really solid

Free Ed, Edd and Eddie, yeah them niggas so retarded

I ain't even pop my shit, yeah, I'm just getting started

All this ice around my neck, shining, I don't need no polish

Dank mob got the car smelling, I think the pack farted

Tell Brody, yeah, that's my man, gon' head and pop it

I've been focused on myself, trying to better me

I can speak for myself, niggas can't compare to me

Take them back to my prime, they was scared of me

I've been hustling all my life, just come and eat with me

I just sparked this bitch up just to ease my mind

C'mon, let's go bust this watch, it's the perfect time

Stupid dummy line up this the free lunch time

Everybody say I'm up next, God given sign

If you heard of me, I'm Zelly B, you know I'm bout that

Go ask that guy, I always clap back

Only thing I fear is my maker, he gon' vouch that

Yeah, I'm in this shit for my own, not no contract

When we hit our mans tell the driver bounce back

If you can't get up in that car, he ain't cut like that

Niggas ain't cut like that, niggas ain't really solid

Free Ed, Edd and Eddie, yeah them niggas so retarded

I be staring at the breesh, yeah, cause it stare at me

I'll drop a three-pick, I get bands for free

I done fell in love with these diamonds, this bitch dance for free

Two hundred on my dash, I cut amg

Eight bands in my denim, I'm four pockets full

Mixed the drank with the fanta, this bitch take so good

Came back, bag full, think I hit a jugg

Purple heart soulja nigga, do it for my hood

Zellie B, bitch