Clavish - Like This lyrics

Yo, 3lack, what the hell man?

If I weren’t out 'ere
You know I couldn’t rap like this
If I weren’t broke before
You know I wouldn’t trap like this
PTSD, the reason why I act like this
No one ain’t put the 6 on the map like this
Thin waist
Dunno how she got a back like this
Hoes from all over tryna harrass the kid
I dress clean
They’re attemptin to cat my drip
But with the same clothes still
Ain’t got swag like this

I know I said it weren’t fashion week
Course I was trippin'
When I run into the opps
I leave all of them drippin
Somеtimes I gotta thank God for real
Imagine if I got caught for
All of thеm chingings
I wish nothing but the best
For all of them niggas
Cause when the youngboys step outside
It’s due to be wicked
Dunno why he raps smoke
When he’s usually timid
If you see me in a foreign
Then it’s usually tinted
Who remembers when three got
Splashed in a day?
Jo's lucky that I didn’t leave
Tracks in his face
Got racks on my wrist, got racks for a chick
That’s tryna make change off tellin
Us where they live
I’m breezin through the ends in a taycan
How am I hittin' from the back
When she told me she’s taken?
Ship and gale quick but it’s vacant
I was on A wing
Boilin' my kettle with the razors

If I weren’t out 'ere
You know I couldn’t rap like this
If I weren’t broke before
You know I wouldn’t trap like this
PTSD, the reason why I act like this
No one ain’t put the 6 on the map like this
Thin waist
Dunno how she got a back like this
Hoes from all over tryna harrass the kid
I dress clean
They’re attemptin to cat my drip
But with the same clothes still
Ain’t got swag like this

Friends push friends, that’s fallin' men
She gotta have her own bag
And be more than peng
Pagans can’t say my name when
It comes to bread forget fifty
Them man ain’t got more than ten
Done it one time
Now she thinks we’re more than friends
Here’s a 1 on 1, make sure you call again
Got the drop, now gangs on tour again
Just make sure it’s not none of yours again
My stacks puttin' on weight like
It’s doin up aptemin
That time of the month don’t
Stop her from hattin' it
A fours in the cab, I’m on edge
Never panickin'
My mans bussy but the young g’s embarrassin'
Little broke niggas tryna size up
Stroke it from the side before I
Tell her throw the thighs up
Nothings really changed i’m still
Throwin' gang signs up
Same postcode but they won’t ever
Be nuttin like us

If I weren’t out 'ere
You know I couldn’t rap like this
If I weren’t broke before
You know I wouldn’t trap like this
PTSD, the reason why I act like this
No one ain’t put the 6 on the map like this
Thin waist
Dunno how she got a back like this
Hoes from all over tryna harrass the kid
I dress clean
They’re attemptin to cat my drip
But with the same clothes still
Ain’t got swag like this