[Intro]
Yah, converseen
Lil Slim C (that part)
Playboi Carti (that part)
Yah

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Ayy! That part
Bang this shit in the hood one time
Lil bitch I'm back and poppin'
Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options
Broke? Then fix your pockets, all I do is profit


[Verse 1 : Lil Slim C]

Ah, what?
Come at me n***a you ain't finishing shit (shit)
Convos in the summer what n***a you a drummer?
Get your pants sagged, now listen to hopsin
You a monkey you can't get funky you a junkie mothafucka get lumped like you get stomped on my pills (fuck no n***a what?)q
Don't tryna get over this shit, you ain't gettin a bit
C'mon n***a go up right no
Get crunk like Lil Jon
N***as talk about greatness, then speak about me
Cuz yeah, i wanna love you, yah, no censor (i wanna fuck you)
Split like my clothes all over my tlit
Cause i'm lit (lit)
No convos on this shit, who the fuck you are?
Don't get me fucked on that cellphone, please don't touch my raf
You know i got the jaf (damn)
She gettin lit, yah i'm a madman (madman so amazin)
Diss to Eminem, n***a go fuck your shit, we are real shit no fake rip-offers
I'm about it with Master P, splti like i'm thinkin of a master plan, like Rakim, on the Nakim (nakim)
You small n***a let's go..

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my bitches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Poppin' these pills in my coupe
I'm on the roof, move like I'm Batman
Um, damn, what, Margiela madman
(Margiela, mad, man!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh
These n***as they stealing my flow, talking bout huh?
Boy I'm stealing your hoe
Taking your hoe to the pad
She getting lit, she tryna suck on the dick
She wanna suck on the dick
She wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh)
Suck like a tick, suck on this shit, give her to clique
Give em the clip, get on your knees, pray for the dick
Pray for this shit, pray for my clique, pray for my n***as
Ooh, ooh, I got my hand on the trigger
I got my hand on her pussy, all of these n***as they pussy
He run away like a wuss, I got the paper like books
I can't pull up bitch I'm booked
Walked in that bitch and the bitches they looked
All of these n***as, these n***as they shook
29 hop in the tub
Wash my lil balls while I make a lil call

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q & Playboi Carti]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part (what)
(i'm the mad man)
All my bitches independent bitches, that part (what)
(tell them i got it)
I just want the paper, that part (what)
(gimme the paper)
All my bitches flavored (what)
(come over here)
That part, that part, that part, that part (yah)
(split karate chop)

[Verse 3 : Lil Slim C]

Karate chop on them fake ass n***as (what)
Yeh i got the chop
New choppa came with the lean (what)
(wait what)
Split my shit, i need a bit
50 Cent on my pocket i need to Work
Why you got so much bad news (bad news)
Master P the ice cream n***a
Slikk the shocker the brother n***a
Yo i got to much n***as to be on the lit beatle n***a (what)