Ptsd
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 im 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
Im stuck in the stu
Spitting this pain on the mic, its the only way I can get by
Surrounded by death, life full of grief
Ran out of tears bitch I cant 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
Incase that he with it, I keep me a gun
Fuck on his bitch, tell me who really won
This lil bitch ego it weigh 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 bop
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 im 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 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 im 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
Im stuck in the stu
Spitting this pain on the mic, its the only way I can get by
Surrounded by death, life full of grief
Ran out of tears bitch I cant 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
Incase that he with it, I keep me a gun
Fuck on his bitch, tell me who really won
This lil bitch ego it weigh 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 bop
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 im 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
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Writer(s): Ocion Carter
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