PTSD

[Intro] My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high Uh, uh, ayy [Chorus] My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high (Get high) Trey shot that nigga out my car, so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch (My bitch) Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes (Love my hoes) Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell (Raising hell) Don't try and dap me, lil' nigga, you are not my bro (My bro) Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low (Get low) They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party [Verse 1] Dot on the head of his only daughter (Woo) Then I dunk her head in that holy water (Woo) Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back (Shoot back) Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter V (Carter V) They know I'ma do you (Baow), aimin' for medulla ('Dulla, woo) Cooler than a cooler (Cooler, boom), shooter with a shooter (Shooter) AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcolm X (X, woo) 'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther (Luther) Nigga open up the door, nigga, I know you home (You home) It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on your lawn (On your lawn) Gave up that cheese, gave that Provolone (Provolone) And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em (No, no) I got a K for the cuz if he hit you (Yo Cig) If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you (Get you) Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady (Brady) 'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile (Missile) [Chorus] My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car, so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes (My hoes) Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell (Hell) Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro (Not my bro) Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low (Gotta get low) They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party [Verse 2] Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth (They mouth) Until I kick down they door and run in they house Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth Like, "What's that shit up on the 'net your son was talkin' 'bout?" I put that on my son that I'ma take it there (Take it there) 'Cause when you come from where I come from, I ain't playin' fair My lil' homie die and I ain't drop a tear I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air I'm big 092, niggas know I'm Woo (I'm Woo) I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?" (Talkin' to) I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty on a chain (On a chain) I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain (Ease the pain) Digital dash, I be switching lanes (Swtiching lanes) I was sitting on the bench, but now I'm in the game [Chorus] My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car, so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party