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

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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

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***as know I'm woo

I look a n***a in his face like who you 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

I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain

Pain

Digital dash I be switching lanes

I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game

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

Party

Party

Party

Party

Party

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah