Lyrics PTSD - Pop Smoke
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
woo's
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
Call
Dread,
that's
the
new
Tom
Brady
'Cause
he
be
sendin'
shots
like
it's
missiles
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
woo's
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
20
on
my
wrist
& 20
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
Woo's...
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