Iceberg Lettuce - hooligan chase

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 (Best brain, yeah, yeah)

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 moon pie 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 stacking loaves then I got them cold cuts (Cold cuts)

OG fine wine, bitches pack is robust

Bitching in my comments is 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, waterpark 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 it when you stop and go (Yeah)

I need an accountant for my guap, I know (I know)

Riding down a mountain from the top, had 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