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
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
Niggas shootin`, we gon` 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 Malcom X
`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
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 missiles

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

Niggas 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 shit 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, niggas know I`m Woo
I look a nigga 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 20 on my wrist and 20 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

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