[Intro]
(Oh yeah, Sam, this bitch right here go hard)
I took his shit, you heard? The fuck you gonna do about it?
Fuck is yall n***as gonna do?
If you got a problem come say somethin' to me, n***a
(Iceberg want a bag bitch)
It's Melvoni

[Verse 1]
Iceberg want a bag, bitch, I want a bag too
Bitch, stop all that frontin', know I could have bagged you
She said she like my accent and she like my attitude
That bitch love my swag, I be drippin' like Ragù
Fifty racks inside my fuckin' jeans, I don't need no belt
It's just me, myself and I, I don't need no one fuckin' help
'Cause last time I had a team, they tried to put me on a shelf
But they don't know I am me until the end, I'ma rebel
'Cause they knew I was a problem
That youngin' was shinin' and they didn't know how to stop him
Was gone for a minute 'cause I had to play Possum
They thought I was sinkin', but they wasn't watchin' properly
Now I pull up to the scene, pockets fat like Melinake

[Pre-Chorus]
They gon' learn the hard way
I don't give up that easy
Oh, oh, oh
[Chorus]
I like to get it by my lonely
And when I hit the top, I'ma split bread with all my homies
Ain't worried about no opp, ain't got to worry about no police
'Cause If I'm goin' down, I'm goin' in a blaze of glory

[Verse 2]
I ain't never need no n***a, me myself been through it all
I ain't never need no bitch, my left hand can do the job
If I ever had a problem, I know I can call the squad
And my n***as do not play, bitch, you fuckin' with the mob
We step behind it all
I'm with ten n***as, that's a gun in every draw
And I got this choppa from the culinary arts
And bitch, I came to bang it out, I do not like to spark
Wait, hold up
Why this bitch actin' so boujee?
Matter fact, remember when she won't give me no coochie
Now she in my bag, askin' n***as for some Gucci
Ha, broke bitch, but she look good in a two-piece
Matter fact, I think that she look better with me up
But she keep lookin' at my phone, I wonder what she on
I know she only fuckin' with the crew because we on
But if she tryna love me, I hope someone put me on
You follow the price trends, but I like to fight the fees
I made me some white friends, I like my crackers with cheese
I was just down flippin' n***as and dimes
Just so I could afford studio time
Y'all n***as is playin' with me
So fuck you, ain't shit you could say to me
[Pre-Chorus]
They gon' learn the hard way
I don't give up that easy
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
I like to get it by my lonely
And when I hit the top, I'ma split bread with all my homies
Ain't worried about no opp, ain't got to worry about no police
'Cause If I'm goin' down, I'm goin' in a blaze of glory

[Outro]
(Oh yeah, Sam, this bitch right here go hard)
(Iceberg want a bag bitch)