[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***a out my car, so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
N***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
N***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me, lil' n***a, you are not my bro
Trey shot that n***a 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 (Woo)
Then I dunk her head in that holy water (Woo)
N***as 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
N***a open up the door, n***a, I know you home
It's a hundred Crip n***as 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
[Chorus]
My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high
Trey shot that n***a out my car, so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
N***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
N***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me up, lil' n***a, you are not my bro
Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party

[Verse 2]
N***as 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, n***as know I'm Woo (Woo)
I look a n***a 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
[Chorus]
My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high
Trey shot that n***a out my car, so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
N***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
N***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me up, lil' n***a, you are not my bro
Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party