| My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
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| Uh, uh, ayy
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| My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
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| Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
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| I ain’t no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
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| Nigga, but that don’t mean that I don’t love my hoes
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| Niggas tried to smack me up so now I’m raising hell
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| Don’t try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro
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| Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
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| They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
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| Dot on the head of his only daughter
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| Then I dunk her head in that holy water
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| Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back
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| Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5
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| They know I’ma do you, aimin' for medulla
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| Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter
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| AK on my shoulder like I’m Malcolm X
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| 'Cause I ain’t goin' out like I’m Martin Luther
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| Nigga open up the door, nigga, I know you home
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| It’s a hundred Crip niggas standing on your lawn
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| Give up that cheese, give that Provolone
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| And I ain’t talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain’t playin' with 'em
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| I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
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| If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you
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| Call Dread, that’s the new Tom Brady
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| 'Cause he be sendin' shots like it’s missile
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| My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
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| Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
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| I ain’t no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
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| Nigga, but that don’t mean that I don’t love my hoes
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| Niggas tried to smack me up so now I’m raising hell
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| Don’t try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro
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| Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
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| They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
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| Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth
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| Until I kick down they door and run in they house
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| Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth
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| Like what’s that shit up on the 'net your son was talkin' 'bout?
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| I put that on my son that I’ma take it there
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| 'Cause when you come from where I come from, I ain’t playin fair
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| My lil' homie die and I ain’t drop a tear
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| I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air
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| I’m big 092, niggas know I’m Woo
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| I look a nigga in his face like «Who you talkin' to?»
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| I need 25K or I ain’t walkin' through
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| I need 25K or I ain’t walkin' through
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| I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty on a chain
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| I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain
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| Digital dash, I be switching lanes
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| I was sitting on the bench, but now I’m in the game
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| My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
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| Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
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| I ain’t no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
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| Nigga, but that don’t mean that I don’t love my hoes
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| Niggas tried to smack me up so now I’m raising hell
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| Don’t try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro
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| Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
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| They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PTSD , by - Pop Smoke. Song from the album Meet The Woo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп