PTSD Lyrics

(Cookuper is the dirt in the kitchen)

Flashbacks I got all this post traumatic stress

You ain't never bend nigga you know where we at

Bangin' shit Ja Morant, shootin' like we Steph

Dawgie blow dat whistle he got stripes just like ah' ref

I can't say I hate the opps, I think I really love em

I love when they running

I love when they trip and fall and I can get ah' bucket

I love when he dissing end up missing it ain't nothing

Just kill his cousin

We them stompers so you definitely gon' get stepped on

I know one opp who fast as shit he turn the jets on

They laughin' so the drill you did on me you claiming wreck on

They stood over so I really be ah' threat to em'

When you sent we can never unsend it

All them blocks we bent we can never unbend em'

You claim that's not ya' dawg but you posted up with him

Playin' both sides now he Malcom in the middle

I got evil kins if they that I'm evil then

Bro right behind me with the pound that's my evil twin

Critical condition nigga that's all that we leave him in

If he ain't check we gon' meet em' at the spittle then

Chest shot, neck shot now he spitting up

It's getting hard to breathe all them hollows heating up

Can't survive the war alone that's why all them clickin' up

He met them oh they met the guys well they the Brady Bunch

But I don't give ah' fuck they gon' all die

Don't want the opps to go through what I go through but it's alright

Burning in my foot can't get no sleep I be up all night

Nerves be tangling, pain again but I'm gon' ball right

Show em' how to ball dropped ah' couple points on them niggas Ima' star

Word get back to me all I do is make the call

The same mouth he talking with lil' broski take his jaw

(You better kill that nigga)

You better toe tag, body bag ah' nigga

Take em' out the frame hope the opps can get ah' picture

Spin until we dizzy, rolling with the same niggas

Sandbox shit and we kept the shells with us

Pop out like ah' party, rock his body no ID him

They hit me five times who did it I have no idea

They been hiding ever since them pussies hit me in the trenches

When I see him, better run cuz' Ima' turn eem' to some reefer

(No bap Skiip)