Like This

[Intro] Yo, 3lack, what the hell man? [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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