PTSD Lyrics

How many times did I let a bitch in

I hate everybody I don't wanna be your friend

Stick to the code I don't need a perc 30

I'm just really trying to make amends

You play with my money ill tweak on a nigga

I really might lay in your spot with a grin

I hop out the whip, I got drip on my skin

I got trauma, you got trauma, we got trauma

But I'm just trying to run up a comma

Ima run this shit up for my momma

Ima light shit up like a sauna

Ima light this bitch up like a sauna bitch

I'm stuck in the stu

Spitting this pain on the mic, it's the only way I can get by

Surrounded by death, life full of grief

Ran out of tears bitch I can't even cry

How the fuck could I lie nigga, look at my eyes

These fake ass niggas ain't talking about nothing

I pop out the cut, watch the little nigga run

Don't you come around here with that fake ass tough boy shit

We gone run it, I do this for fun, I hop out the big body

Spot a lil nigga he get to that rara shit and I'm Done

In case that he with it, I keep me a gun

Fuck on his bitch, tell me who really won

This little bitch ego it weighs about a ton

None of these bitches they deserve my sons

Talking all that shit, bitch got the runs

I don't need to sip no wock to be fly, I run this shit up by myself

I remember them days I was sipping back-to-back pints

Thinking this shit bad for my health

Rearrange the addiction and switch it with wealth

I need an affirmation, blow your expectations every time that I drop

His shit is ass, my shit it bops

Glock 21, I call it the mop

How many times did I let a bitch in

I hate everybody I don't wanna be your friend

Stick to the code I don't need a perc 30

I'm just really trying to make amends

You play with my money ill tweak on a nigga

I really might lay in your spot with a grin

I hop out the whip, I got drip on my skin

I got trauma, you got trauma, we got trauma

But i'm just trying to run up a comma