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letra de ptsd (demo) - pop smoke

[intro]
my ptsd startin’ to kick in so i gotta get high
uh, uh, ayy

[chorus]
my ptsd startin’ to kick in so i gotta get high
trey shot that n-gga out my car so now i gotta get low
i ain’t no city boy ’cause i love my b-tch
n-gga, but that don’t mean that i don’t love my hoes
n-ggas tried to smack me up so now i’m raising h-ll
don’t try and dap me up, lil’ n-gga, you are not my bro
trey shot that n-gga out my car so now i gotta get low
they know we bend blocks, welcome to the party

[verse 1]
dot on the head of his only daughter
then i dunk her head in that holy water
n-ggas 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 malcolm x
‘causе i ain’t goin’ out like i’m martin luther
n-gga open up thе door, n-gga, i know you home
it’s a hundred crip n-ggas 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 missile
[chorus]
my ptsd startin’ to kick in so i gotta get high
trey shot that n-gga out my car so now i gotta get low
i ain’t no city boy ’cause i love my b-tch
n-gga, but that don’t mean that i don’t love my hoes
n-ggas tried to smack me up so now i’m raising h-ll
don’t try and dap me up, lil’ n-gga, you are not my bro
trey shot that n-gga out my car so now i gotta get low
they know we bend blocks, welcome to the party

[verse 2]
n-ggas 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 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, n-ggas know i’m woo
i look a n-gga 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
[chorus]
my ptsd startin’ to kick in so i gotta get high
trey shot that n-gga out my car so now i gotta get low
i ain’t no city boy ’cause i love my b-tch
n-gga, but that don’t mean that i don’t love my hoes
n-ggas tried to smack me up so now i’m raising h-ll
don’t try and dap me up, lil’ n-gga, you are not my bro
trey shot that n-gga out my car so now i gotta get low
they know we bend blocks, welcome to the party

- pop smoke

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