THat Part (Freestyle) lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[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 b*tches independent b*tches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my b*tches flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Ayy! That part
Bang this sh*t in the hood one time
Lil b*tch I'm back and poppin'
Tell that ugly b*tch 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*gga you ain't finishing sh*t (sh*t)
Convos in the summer what n*gga you a drummer?
Get your pants sagged, now listen to hopsin
You a monkey you can't get funky you a junkie mothaf*cka get lumped like you get stomped on my pills (f*ck no n*gga what?)q
Don't tryna get over this sh*t, you ain't gettin a bit
C'mon n*gga go up right no
Get crunk like Lil Jon
n*ggas talk about greatness, then speak about me
Cuz yeah, i wanna love you, yah, no censor (i wanna f*ck you)
Split like my clothes all over my tlit
Cause i'm lit (lit)
No convos on this sh*t, who the f*ck you are?
Don't get me f*cked 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*gga go f*ck your sh*t, we are real sh*t 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*gga let's go..

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my b*tches independent b*tches, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my b*tches 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*ggas 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 di*k
She wanna suck on the di*k
She wanna suck like a tick (ooh yeah what uh)
Suck like a tick, suck on this sh*t, give her to clique
Give em the clip, get on your knees, pray for the di*k
Pray for this sh*t, pray for my clique, pray for my n*ggas
Ooh, ooh, I got my hand on the trigger
I got my hand on her pus*y, all of these n*ggas they pus*y
He run away like a wuss, I got the paper like books
I can't pull up b*tch I'm booked
Walked in that b*tch and the b*tches they looked
All of these n*ggas, these n*ggas 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 b*tches independent b*tches, that part (what)
(tell them i got it)
I just want the paper, that part (what)
(gimme the paper)
All my b*tches 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*ggas (what)
Yeh i got the chop
New choppa came with the lean (what)
(wait what)
Split my sh*t, 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*gga
Slikk the shocker the brother n*gga
Yo i got to much n*ggas to be on the lit beatle n*gga (what)

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