Clavish Like This Lyrics

I weren’t outere 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 that 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,
Girls from all over tryna harras 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,
Sometimes I gotta thank god for real, imagine if I got caught for all of them chingins,

I wish nothing but the best for all of them n*****,
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 3 got stabbed in a day,
Jo** lucky that I didn’t leave tracks in his face,
Got racks on my wrist, got racks for a bitch 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 & gale quick but it’s vacant,
I was on A wing boilin my kettle with the razors,

If I weren’t outere 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 that 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,
Girls from all over tryna harras 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 & be more than peng,
Pagans can’t say my name when it comes to bread forget 50 them man ain’t got more than 10,

Done it one time now she thinks we’re more than friends,
Here’s a 1on1 & 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 n***** 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 nuin like us,

If I weren’t outere 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 that 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,
Girls from all over tryna harras the kid,
I dress clean they’re attemptin to cat my drip,
But with the same clothes still ain’t got swag like this,

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