Pop Smoke - PTSD lyrics
[Pop Smoke - PTSD lyrics]
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, lil' nigga
You are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga 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 (Woo)
Then I dunk her head in that holy water (Woo)
Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back
(Shoot back)
Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter V
They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcolm X (Woo)
'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 (On your lawn)
Gave up that cheese, gave that Provolone
('Volone) and I ain't talkin' on the phone
'cause I ain't playin' with 'em (No)
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you
(Get you)
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady (Brady)
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile
Niggas always talkin' hot and
Runnin' they mouth (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
(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 (Woo)
I look a nigga in his face
Like "Who you talkin' to?" (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 (On a chain)
I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain
(Pain)
Digital dash, I be switching lanes (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 now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks
Welcome to the party
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, lil' nigga
You are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga 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 (Woo)
Then I dunk her head in that holy water (Woo)
Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back
(Shoot back)
Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter V
They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcolm X (Woo)
'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 (On your lawn)
Gave up that cheese, gave that Provolone
('Volone) and I ain't talkin' on the phone
'cause I ain't playin' with 'em (No)
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you
(Get you)
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady (Brady)
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile
Niggas always talkin' hot and
Runnin' they mouth (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
(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 (Woo)
I look a nigga in his face
Like "Who you talkin' to?" (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 (On a chain)
I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain
(Pain)
Digital dash, I be switching lanes (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 now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks
Welcome to the party