text: 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 aint no city boy cause I love my bitch
  Nigga, but that dont mean that I dont love my hoes
  Niggas tried to smack me up so now Im raising hell
  Dont try and dap me up, 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 5
  They know Ima do you, aimin for medulla
  Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter
  AK on my shoulder like Im Malcolm X
  Cause I aint goin out like Im Martin Luther
  Nigga open up the door, nigga, I know you home
  Its a hundred Crip niggas standing on your lawn
  Give up that cheese, give that Provolone
  And I aint talkin on the phone cause I aint 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, thats the new Tom Brady
  Cause he be sendin shots like its missile
  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 aint no city boy cause I love my bitch
  Nigga, but that dont mean that I dont love my hoes
  Niggas tried to smack me up so now Im raising hell
  Dont try and dap me up, 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 whats that shit up on the net your son was talkin bout?
  I put that on my son that Ima take it there
  Cause when you come from where I come from, I aint playin fair
  My lil homie die and I aint drop a tear
  I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air
  Im big 092, niggas know Im Woo
  I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin to?"
  I need 25K or I aint walkin through
  I need 25K or I aint walkin through
  I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty 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 Im 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 aint no city boy cause I love my bitch
  Nigga, but that dont mean that I dont love my hoes
  Niggas tried to smack me up so now Im raising hell
  Dont try and dap me up, 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