CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : PTSD (Demo)
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Uh, uh, ayy
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my b*t*h
n***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
n***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me up, lil' n***a, you are not my bro
Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Dot on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
n***as shootin', we gon' shoot back
Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5
They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcolm X
'Causе I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
n***a open up thе door, n***a, I know you home
It's a hundred Crip n***as standing on your lawn
Give up that cheese, give that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile
Uh, uh, ayy
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my b*t*h
n***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
n***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me up, lil' n***a, you are not my bro
Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Dot on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
n***as shootin', we gon' shoot back
Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5
They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcolm X
'Causе I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
n***a open up thе door, n***a, I know you home
It's a hundred Crip n***as standing on your lawn
Give up that cheese, give that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile