PTSD (Explicit) - Pop Smoke
Lyrics by:Bashar Jackson
Composed by:Bashar Jackson/Ricardo Lamarre
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Ssssiii
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***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
Oh oh oh
N***as shootin' we gon' shoot back
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
Yeah
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X
Oh oh
'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
N***a open up the door n***a I know you home
It's a hundred crip n***as
Standing on your lawn 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 Brady
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile
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***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
N***as always talkin' hot and runnin' 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 s**t up on
The net your son was talkin' 'bout
I put that on my son that I'ma take it there
'Cause when you come from where