City Morgue - PTSD lyrics

Thraxx ayy, Holy War!

I wake up with hand on grip (Woo)
Wake up with hoes on deck (Woo)
I wake up with Remington (Woo)
Wake up with no options (Woo)

Lost all my work when the pot bust (Work)
Threw it out the window when the cops rush
(Fuck outta here)
Pussy ass nigga, you is not us
We pop up and your fuckin'
Brain's gettin' mopped up, my guap up
Jumpin' on the jet, it ain't JetBlue (No no)
Niggas frontin' on the net, I'ma catch you
(Fuck outta here)
I'ma pop a vessel, I'ma fuckin' deck you
(Bitch)
38 special, curl up like a pretzel (Blaow)
Crash in the coupe, do the Crash Bandicoot
(Skrrt) i'ma crash in the coupe
Do the Crash Bandicoot (Skrrt)
Clip on the Draco, tip on potato
Emoji halos, RIP your baby

I wake up with hand on grip (Woo)
Wake up with hoes on deck (Woo)
I wake up with Remington (Woo)
Wake up with no options (Woo)

Ayy, blood all on the Glock
It make it hard for me to pop it
Jammin' on the spot
It make it hard for me to cock it
Acid in the socket
Make it hard for them to spot it
With a bitch, bullshit, Audemars flood wrist
(yeah)
Large clip, large stick, one in the cartridge
I'm sergeant, you cadet
Now go get to marchin'
Sin City, sinner demeanor, one of the troops
General, war with it, I'll finish 100 proof
Mask on me, no ID
Put a air bubble in your boy IV
Young Freddy from your lucid dreams
Ain't no human gonna capture me

I wake up with hand on grip (Woo)
Wake up with hoes on deck (Woo)
I wake up with Remington (Woo)
Wake up with no options (Woo)
Yeah, yeah, hand on grip (Woo)
Yeah, yeah, hoes on deck (Woo)
Yeah, yeah, Remington (Woo)
Yeah, yeah, no options (Woo)