PTSD (Original) lyrics

[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 n*gga out my car, so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my b*tch (My b*tch)
n*gga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes (Love my hoes)
n*ggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell (Raising hell)
Don't try and dap me, lil' n*gga, you are not my bro (My bro)
Trey shot that n*gga 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)
n*ggas 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)
Coolеr than a cooler (Cooler, boom), shooter with a shootеr (Shooter)
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcolm X (X, woo)
'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther (Luther)
n*gga open up the door, n*gga, I know you home (You home)
It's a hundred Crip n*ggas 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 n*gga out my car, so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my b*tch
n*gga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes (My hoes)
n*ggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell (Hell)
Don't try and dap me up, lil' n*gga, you are not my bro (Not my bro)
Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low (Gotta get low)
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party

[Verse 2]
n*ggas 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 sh*t 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, n*ggas know I'm Woo (I'm Woo)
I look a n*gga 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 n*gga out my car, so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my b*tch
n*gga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
n*ggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me up, lil' n*gga, you are not my bro
Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party