[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 (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 (My bitch)
N***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes (Love my hoes)
N***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell (Raising hell)
Don't try and dap me, lil' n***a, you are not my bro (My bro)
Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low (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 (Carter V)
They know I'ma do you (Baow), aimin' for medulla ('Dulla, woo)
Coolеr than a cooler (Cooler, boom), shooter with a shootеr (Shooter)
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcolm X (X, woo)
'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther (Luther)
N***a open up the door, n***a, I know you home (You home)
It's a hundred Crip n***as standing on your lawn (On your lawn)
Gave up that cheese, gave that Provolone (Provolone)
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em (No, no)
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you (Yo Cig)
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 (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 (My hoes)
N***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell (Hell)
Don't try and dap me up, lil' n***a, you are not my bro (Not my bro)
Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low (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 (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***as know I'm Woo (I'm 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 (Ease the pain)
Digital dash, I be switching lanes (Swtiching 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