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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 nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so 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 Niggas 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 Malcom X 'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther Nigga open up the door, nigga, I know you home It's a hundred Crip niggas 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 SongtexteCall Dread, that's the new Tom Brady 'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Niggas 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 shit 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, niggas know I'm Woo I look a nigga 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 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 nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Aus Songtexte Mania