Ptsd
P T S D
It's controlling
That's The Stress In me
Foreign Feets
Blood Dripping
Shxt you can't get
Next to me
Ecstasy
Shoot Up The Party
Im Rolling Heavenly
Neva sleep
The bag coming
Over night it's
A recipe
"Count it up"
Make sure you flip it
And make Sure Your
Niggas up
And if You
Bluff
Got niggas
Hang out
The window
And bang
You up
Ona Road
Miles After
Miles
I'm on a
Paper
Route
The sheriff
Staking out
Push On the Gas
Cant see us Now
Me n smoove
We Went back to back
Sneakdissing on da gang
We ain't going
Dat Ah getxhu wacked
I'm in da field wit my niggas
Still trapping packs
Move a onion
Out da luggage
Then I go n get it back
Spill my heart in da booth
On every track
Once take da stand up on yo niggas
U cannot take it back
Niggas going broke around me
We ain't into that
38 revolver n da stash
Ah fix yo fitted cap
Ion like em
So it's Fuck em
That's a tap Tap tap
Niggas lying in they raps
We know that's cap cap cap
Me n Smoove yea we bloodas
They know that's slat slat slat
Drop the windows on em
All U heard is
Tat tat tat
Ptsd
It's controlling
That's The Stress In me
Foreign Feets
Blood Dripping
Shxt you can't get
Next to me
Ecstasy
Shoot Up The Party
Im Rolling Heavenly
Neva sleep
The bag coming
Over night it's
A recipe
"Count it up"
Make sure you flip it
And make Sure Your
Niggas up
And If You
Bluff
Got niggas
Hang out
The window
And bang
You up
Ona Road
Miles After
Miles
I'm on a
Paper
Route
The sheriff
Staking out
Push On the Gas
Cant see us Now
Smoking
Runtz
In the back
Watching them
Move Shady
Now
How Could you
Hate me
Wow
I'm Kobe
Dropping
80
Down
If its some
Money ona track
Better
Chase it down
I Know some niggas
That's gone
Rat
They jus can't
Hold it down
Free My Dogs
Up out the pin
Up in that
Dogg pound
Trenches
Trenches
AR know how
War Sound
Oh
He said he got them Birds
Give blaze the phone NOW
Yooo Gz
You know it's on now
P T S D
It's controlling
That's The Stress In me
Foreign Feets
Blood Dripping
Shxt you can't get
Next to me
Ecstasy
Shoot Up The Party
Im Rolling Heavenly
Neva sleep
The bag coming
Over night it's
A recipe
Count it up
Make sure you flip it
And make Sure Your
Niggas up
And if You
Bluff
Got niggas
Hang out
The window
And bang
You up
Ona Road
Miles After
Miles
I'm on a
Paper
Route
The sheriff
Staking out
Push On the Gas
Cant see us Now
It's controlling
That's The Stress In me
Foreign Feets
Blood Dripping
Shxt you can't get
Next to me
Ecstasy
Shoot Up The Party
Im Rolling Heavenly
Neva sleep
The bag coming
Over night it's
A recipe
"Count it up"
Make sure you flip it
And make Sure Your
Niggas up
And if You
Bluff
Got niggas
Hang out
The window
And bang
You up
Ona Road
Miles After
Miles
I'm on a
Paper
Route
The sheriff
Staking out
Push On the Gas
Cant see us Now
Me n smoove
We Went back to back
Sneakdissing on da gang
We ain't going
Dat Ah getxhu wacked
I'm in da field wit my niggas
Still trapping packs
Move a onion
Out da luggage
Then I go n get it back
Spill my heart in da booth
On every track
Once take da stand up on yo niggas
U cannot take it back
Niggas going broke around me
We ain't into that
38 revolver n da stash
Ah fix yo fitted cap
Ion like em
So it's Fuck em
That's a tap Tap tap
Niggas lying in they raps
We know that's cap cap cap
Me n Smoove yea we bloodas
They know that's slat slat slat
Drop the windows on em
All U heard is
Tat tat tat
Ptsd
It's controlling
That's The Stress In me
Foreign Feets
Blood Dripping
Shxt you can't get
Next to me
Ecstasy
Shoot Up The Party
Im Rolling Heavenly
Neva sleep
The bag coming
Over night it's
A recipe
"Count it up"
Make sure you flip it
And make Sure Your
Niggas up
And If You
Bluff
Got niggas
Hang out
The window
And bang
You up
Ona Road
Miles After
Miles
I'm on a
Paper
Route
The sheriff
Staking out
Push On the Gas
Cant see us Now
Smoking
Runtz
In the back
Watching them
Move Shady
Now
How Could you
Hate me
Wow
I'm Kobe
Dropping
80
Down
If its some
Money ona track
Better
Chase it down
I Know some niggas
That's gone
Rat
They jus can't
Hold it down
Free My Dogs
Up out the pin
Up in that
Dogg pound
Trenches
Trenches
AR know how
War Sound
Oh
He said he got them Birds
Give blaze the phone NOW
Yooo Gz
You know it's on now
P T S D
It's controlling
That's The Stress In me
Foreign Feets
Blood Dripping
Shxt you can't get
Next to me
Ecstasy
Shoot Up The Party
Im Rolling Heavenly
Neva sleep
The bag coming
Over night it's
A recipe
Count it up
Make sure you flip it
And make Sure Your
Niggas up
And if You
Bluff
Got niggas
Hang out
The window
And bang
You up
Ona Road
Miles After
Miles
I'm on a
Paper
Route
The sheriff
Staking out
Push On the Gas
Cant see us Now
Credits
Writer(s): Derek Concepcion
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