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PTSD

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PTSD was released on July 26, 2019 by Victor Victor Worldwide as a part of the album Meet The Woo

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Pop Smoke

Vocals

Rico Beats

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bashar Barakah Jackson

Bashar Barakah Jackson

Songwriter

Marcin Gerek

Songwriter

Bartosz Welka

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jaycen Joshua

Mixing Engineer

Yung Ave

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Christopher Ulrich

Christopher Ulrich

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Vic Wainstein

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]

My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high

Uh, uh, ay

[Verse 2]

My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high

Trey shot that **** out my car, so now I gotta get low

I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch

We could, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes

**** tried to smack me up, so now I'm raisin' hell

Don't try and dap me, lil' ****, you are not my bro

Trey shot that **** out my car, so now I gotta get low

They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party

[Verse 3]

Dot on the head of his only daughter

Then I dunk her head in that holy water

**** shootin', we gon' shoot back

Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5

They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla

Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter

AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X

'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther

**** open up the door, ****, I know you home

It's a hundred Crip **** standin' on your lawn

Gave up that cheese, get that provolone

And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't 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, that's the new Tom Brady

'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile

[Verse 4]

My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high

Trey shot that **** out my car, so now I gotta get low

I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch

We could, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes

**** tried to smack me up, so now I'm raisin' hell

Don't try and dap me up, lil' ****, you are not my bro

Trey shot that **** out my car, so now I gotta get low

They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party

[Verse 5]

**** 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 a gun in her mouth

Like what's that shit up on the 'net your son was talkin' 'bout?

I put that on my son that I'ma take it there

'Cause when you come from where I come, I ain't playin' fair

My lil' homie die and I ain't drop a tear

I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air

I'm big 092, **** know I'm Woo

I look a **** in his face like, "Who you talkin' to?"

I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through

I need 25K or I ain't 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 switchin' lanes

I was sittin' on the bench, but now I'm in the game

[Verse 6]

My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high

Trey shot that **** out my car, so now I gotta get low

I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch

We could, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes

**** tried to smack me up, so now I'm raisin' hell

Don't try and dap me, lil' ****, you are not my bro

Trey shot that **** out my car, so now I gotta get low

They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party

Written by: Marcin Gerek, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Andre Michael Loblack, Bartosz Jakub Welka

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