Like That Lyrics

I just wanna understand why people wanna act like that

Fuckin with the homies on the block, they tryna flex like that

Playing with the guns, they wanna catch a body just like that

Then go tell they homie who just bragged about it like a rat

They gone pull up, catch somebody slipping and just… take off

Riding with the heaters like a solider, I'm talkin AR's

Quick to bounce up out of there just like they took some adderall

Coming from saint rosa, so you know I gained my battle scars

And I hope you know just

How to duck down for your life cuz you once you hit, that's all she wrote

Drama setter, ima bomb and get em

Who you calling bro

Ain't nobody fuckin with my clique, on my momma though

I ain't ever caught a body, claimed a life or offed a hoe

But I swear to god, that bitch who robbed my brother, tag up on his toe

This that shit that me and Dre would fuck you up and burn one to

Then laugh about it later up on 21st, see that's the crew

You fuck with him, you fuck with me and I don't plan on dying soon

Who the fuck gone want a problem, black flags in my living room

BLVKOUT we gone raise the roof

Smack down off of 80 proof

Let me tell you something homie, this the life that we was raised to choose

I mean…

Fuck

Let me calm down

Yeah

I just want to understand why people wanna act like that

I ain't wanna do it to 'em, I just spit the truth in caps

All facts, all facts

You bald head, all cap

Nicotine should hit my lungs in roughly twenty seconds flat

Now run it back

I'm a solider for my running backs

Hail Mary on all you bitches

Fuck around and find out fast

Duck down if I had a gat

Fuck that, I'd be busting back

I've always been this crazy since a baby in my stocking caps

I should just relax

In my hockey mask

With a bunch of stab (wounds)

In my fuckin back

Wait hold on, hold on one second

Ok, now let me spaz

I will never understand why bitches wanna act like that

Claim they always got me then go talk some shit like who is that?

Unrecognizable, I never knew you'd have a side like

Raised up in the jungle, I don't play with food or hunt for scraps

What the fuck is that?

Time is money, number one

Rule number two, go get your bag

A hundred rounds up in this chopper

You think I'd waste your ass?

You just pray to me, see I'm a hunter and a god like that

(You get it? Cuz like you just… you prey to me)

(What the fuck ever)

(This is on that like 2015 shit)

(Almost 10 years later, ain't that a trip?)

(BLVKOUT. Let's go)