Yeah run that nigga  Yeaaah  I go by the name of iceberg but you can call me billion you know  And I'm on my way like I always say  This my new favorite song and I'm a tell you why  Hey    I'm the shit believe that whoa  Fuck that bitch I don't need that hoe  I only smoke crypt yeah I need that dro  If you think I'm a lick I'm a squeeze that fo'  Then you gon' fall, yo soul gon' float  Up to the sky with them other people  And this ain't a game so there no cheat codes  No pause buttons and no reloads  And I lay dick act she know  And when I'm up in her you can bet she cold  I got a lot of bitches but man I need more  Cause there's no such thing as enough c notes  I run the 3-0-5 iceberg (live)  I'm bout a rap boy I'm gon' (sly)  The feds want me then I'm gon' (pie)  They can be trick and I can be (fly)  I don't give a damn it's dunk ryde or die  I rap part time drugs nine to five  16 murders I bust out the nine  Cho got 32 bloods gon' sly  I don't need friends just give me my 5  The city up with me a nigga gon' die  The city up in me and it's my time  I ride with blocks so expect my mind  I clear the whole block when the stick pow pow  I drink up the dump when they hear our sound  Hold up let me catch my breath  I'm a go till their ain't nothin left  Ol nigga nah I ain't done yet  Trick told me when I sleep I ain't get no check  It's been 2 days I ain't been home yet  Takin naps in the jet in the same biggie set  I'm under surviellence my phone on deck  But I don't be on there cause the crackers is on it  Greezy my home, grizz his too  And we is the shit tryin feel our shoes  We want yo bitch we like how she move  I'm takin pictures of her and sendin em to soot  I sick of one and I'm headed to two  Call me billion it's what I do  I get money I sell o  Make niggas hate cause I snatch they hoes  Fix up the dunk, to show em I ain't broke  And keep a big strap incase they want more  Niggas make the songs that a brother never hear  I'm not bought to diss you to start your career  You outta yo league you need to do pot  You claim to be everything that you not  Seem me I'm a star and I fill myself  If I lived yo life I'd kill myself  The club like hoes I'm never in them bed  Don't talk about yo trunk cause my shit right here  And we ride dunks and the fast like leers  We drive drunk but we don't drink beers  When the chop is pregnant it always spit  He speakin a different language but he's callin you a bitch!   And ain't nothing change it's the same ol shit  I still toss ya pimp and I'm high off kimp  Yo ol momma old news and and I got a blood bitch  And when I'm finished with the dunk I'm a grab her whip  There's still a couple niggas that die bouta bitch  Thatll make disc track and cry bouta bitch  A couple dj's that don't play my shit  But a lot of real niggas thatll bring my hits  I'm a hood nigga let's get that clear  A young rich nigga sayin fuck a outfit  I'm runnin out here so I do it for my crew  And I wear that shirt that says FREE SOOT    I get money I sell o  Make niggas hate cause I snatch they hoes  Fix up the dunk, to show em I ain't broke  And keep a big strap incase they want more    I'm the shittt    these lyrics are submitted by fRANkii;DHAtt}