Iceberg Lettuce

Huh
(I can get jiggy with this, can get jiggy with that)

I guess she tryna do me 'cause my rap songs (well goddamn, hey)
I'll be just a minute, I don't think this will take that long
Hit her with my slacks on, uh (with the zipper)
Smoking with your bitch is the reason that my pack gone
If I want some tip-top (tip-top)
I don't beat around no bush, I don't think we finna lip lock
Doja in the ziploc (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm loco in my melon, bitch don't comment 'til my shit drop

Fuck a school, still getting the best brain, yeah (best brain)
Let me see some tricks, I'm hosting the X Games (huh)
I do what I do and see no need to explain (what)
The gas be too gas, it's giving me chest pains

Superman, these hoes get played like ping-pong (ping)
Scoop me up a blonde, she calling me King Kong (king)
I'm home caught pimpin', just fed her a ding-dong (yeah)
And bitch, I'm 'bout to bust like I got them things drawn, uh

Me and my two nuts, yeah, these bitches know us (they do)
Since I'm stanking low, then I got them cold cuts (cold cuts)
OG fine wine, bitches pack is robust
Bitching in my comments like I give a whole fuck (what?)

You do what you want with that
I'm like a chimney, I don't know how my lungs intact (I don't)
Your big coochie, I belly flop jump in that
Cracking heads coming for the whole pumpkin patch, yeah, okay

Left, right, water park slide
Bitch, you can't stone me, a spit in my eye (what else you say?)
One day, me and you die
Bet the whole thing, I ain't telling no lies

I'll just have the bop to go (yeah)
Do it how you does when you stop and go (yeah)
I need an accountant for my guap, I know (I know)
Riding down a mountain from the top, head a little, now a lot, yeah

I said it, I said it
If you fuck with me
Then bitch, I bet you gon' regret it (I bet you, bet you)
Let's go make a movie, I'll be rolling like the credits
I'm Iceberg cold, and I'm 'boutta hit the lettuce (uh)

I said it, I said it
If you fuck with me, then bitch, I bet you gon' regret it
Let's go make a movie, I'll be rolling like the credits
I'm Iceberg cold, and I'm 'boutta hit the lettuce

I guess she tryna do me 'cause my rap songs (well, goddamn, hey)
I'll be just a minute, I don't think this will take that long
Hit her with my slacks on, uh (with the zipper)
Smoking with your bitch is the reason that my pack gone
If I want some tip-top (tip-top)
I don't beat around no bush, I don't think we finna lip lock
Doja in the ziploc (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm loco in my melon, bitch, don't comment 'til my shit drop