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