lirik lagu paygotti - ptsd
[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
n~gga, say, can y’all hear me though?
ayy, ayy
[chorus]
top rank official, he don’t step, then no, he can’t get in
spin through the three and hear a peep, i’m tryna go again
just sent the hit from victorville, they tellin’ on the kid
post~traumatic stress from this steppin’, somethin’ i don’t recommend
when shots go off, they quick to say that it was me
drop ski, it’s not a skit if you ain’t leave him in the street
i’m tryna see if brother got the heart to catch a beat
it’s smoke up in the air, so i can’t let these n~ggas breathe
[verse]
n~ggas yeast, f~ck your homiеs, free the k!llers, fightin’ ten plus
janky n~gga, tryna smokе him over ten bucks
pass the chevy just to skrrt off in a benz truck
grabbin’ n~ggas grannies if i ever get my b~tch f~cked
shakin’ back, i lost it all when i got locked down
he took a picture with my suckers, so we opps now
i tried to flush him in that kia when i hopped out
n~gga tried to play me like a rapper and got knocked down
would hate me too if i was y’all, you n~ggas life suck
i’m off the juice, you eatin’ d~ck, then baby, swipe up
popped him ‘fore he got to hit twenty, he had a nice run
they tryna throw me half a ticket just to buy guns
shadow ban, i had to stop the posts and poles up
do the skit without my facial wrap, i don’t give no f~cks
you’s a freak, then baby, let me see them toes touch
used to talk about me, now n~ggas askin’ to owe somethin’
like a n~gga know she f~ckin’ how she walk past
hustle if i need to flip a chop’, i’m finna call sav
broke b~tch with bougie tatics, so that’s all bad
press decline, i’m stuck in some motion, so baby, crawl back
starvin’ n~ggas, wanna pop it, feed him sh~lls too
day they try to get up on my load, i’m lettin’ h~ll loose
ayy, just promise if they lock me, send me mail through
trust me, if i step on a sucker i wouldn’t tell you
not gon’ lie, they younger n~ggas make ’em look bad
time to add some new ones to the roster, we done cooked half
high mileage, type of b~tch i had to look past
summer school, i had .357 in the book bag
[chorus]
top rank official, he don’t step, then no, he can’t get in
spin through the three and hear a peep, i’m tryna go again
just sent the hit from victorville, they tellin’ on the kid
post~traumatic stress from this steppin’, somethin’ i don’t recommend
when shots go off, they quick to say that it was me
drop ski, it’s not a skit if you ain’t leave him in the street
i’m tryna see if brother got the heart to catch a beat
it’s smoke up in the air, so i can’t let these n~ggas breathe, n~gga
[outro]
n~gga, yeah, so i can’t let these n~ggas breathe, n~gga
yeah, dead homies
ayy, ayy, ayy
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