Pop Smoke – PTSD Lyrics
Artist: Pop Smoke
Song: PTSD
My PTSD startin’ to kick in so I gotta get high
Uh, uh, ay
My PTSD startin’ to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that n#gg# out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain’t no city boy ’cause I love my b#tch
n#gg#, but that don’t mean that I don’t love my hoes
n#gg#s tried to smack me up so now I’m raising hell
Don’t try and dap me lil’ n#gg# you are not my bro
Trey shot that n#gg# 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#gg#s shootin’, we gon’ shoot back
Sittin’ at the table like Tha Carter 5
They know I’ma do ya
Aimin’ for medulla
Cooler than a cooler
Shoota with a shoota
AK on my shoulder like I’m Malcom X
‘Cause I ain’t goin’ out like I’m Martin Luther
n#gg# open up the door n#gg# I know you home
It’s a hundred Crip n#gg#s standing on ya 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 comin’ to get you
Call Dread, that’s the new Tom Brady
‘Cause he be sendin’ shots like it’s missle
My PTSD startin’ to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that n#gg# out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain’t no city boy ’cause I love my b#tch
n#gg#, but that don’t mean that I don’t love my hoes
n#gg#s tried to smack me up so now I’m raising hell
Don’t try and dap me lil’ n#gg# you are not my bro
Trey shot that n#gg# out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
n#gg#s 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 sh#t up on the net that y’all was talkin’ bout
I put that on my son that I’ma take it there
‘Cause where you come from and where I come from I ain’t playin’ fair
My lil’ homie died and I ain’t drop a tear
I just roll a spliff and put it in the air
I’m big 092 n#gg#s know I’m woo
I look a n#gg# 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 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain
I be spoiling myself so I could 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 n#gg# out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain’t no city boy ’cause I love my b#tch
n#gg#, but that don’t mean that I don’t love my hoes
n#gg#s tried to smack me up so now I’m raising hell
Don’t try and dap me lil’ n#gg# you are not my bro
Trey shot that n#gg# out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
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Release Year: 2019