Song | PTSD |
Artist | Pop Smoke |
Album | Meet The Woo |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作词 : Bashar Jackson |
[00:01.000] | 作曲 : Bashar Jackson/Ricardo Lamarre |
[00:02.105] | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
[00:08.301] | Uh, uh, ayy |
[00:10.940] | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
[00:12.937] | Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[00:15.861] | I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch |
[00:18.417] | N*gga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes |
[00:21.154] | N*ggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell |
[00:23.844] | Don't try and dap me up, lil' n*gga, you are not my bro |
[00:26.349] | Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[00:28.971] | They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |
[00:31.823] | Dot on the head of his only daughter |
[00:34.525] | Then I dunk her head in that holy water |
[00:36.797] | N*ggas shootin', we gon' shoot back |
[00:39.747] | Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5 |
[00:42.022] | They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla |
[00:44.351] | Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter |
[00:47.148] | AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X |
[00:49.925] | 'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther |
[00:52.383] | N*gga open up the door, n*gga, I know you home |
[00:55.116] | It's a hundred Crip n*ggas standing on your lawn |
[00:57.541] | Give up that cheese, give that Provolone |
[01:00.332] | And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em |
[01:03.108] | I got a K for the cuz if he hit you |
[01:05.425] | If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you |
[01:07.937] | Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady |
[01:10.202] | 'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile |
[01:13.099] | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
[01:15.976] | Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[01:18.381] | I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch |
[01:20.969] | N*gga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes |
[01:23.699] | N*ggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell |
[01:26.269] | Don't try and dap me up, lil' n*gga, you are not my bro |
[01:28.753] | Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[01:31.323] | They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |
[01:34.084] | N*ggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth |
[01:36.800] | Until I kick down they door and run in they house |
[01:39.106] | Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth |
[01:41.777] | Like what's that sh*t up on the 'net your son was talkin' 'bout? |
[01:44.346] | I put that on my son that I'ma take it there |
[01:46.887] | 'Cause when you come from where I come from, I ain't playin fair |
[01:49.522] | My lil' homie die and I ain't drop a tear |
[01:52.169] | I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air |
[01:55.016] | I'm big 092, n*ggas know I'm Woo |
[01:57.771] | I look a n*gga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?" |
[02:00.101] | I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through |
[02:02.738] | I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through |
[02:05.286] | I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty on a chain |
[02:07.913] | I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain |
[02:10.493] | Digital dash, I be switching lanes |
[02:13.233] | I was sitting on the bench, but now I'm in the game |
[02:15.963] | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
[02:18.349] | Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[02:20.960] | I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch |
[02:23.683] | N*gga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes |
[02:26.393] | N*ggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell |
[02:28.862] | Don't try and dap me up, lil' n*gga, you are not my bro |
[02:31.429] | Trey shot that n*gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[02:33.988] | They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |
[00:00.000] | zuo ci : Bashar Jackson |
[00:01.000] | zuo qu : Bashar Jackson Ricardo Lamarre |
[00:02.105] | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
[00:08.301] | Uh, uh, ayy |
[00:10.940] | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
[00:12.937] | Trey shot that n gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[00:15.861] | I ain' t no city boy ' cause I love my bitch |
[00:18.417] | N gga, but that don' t mean that I don' t love my hoes |
[00:21.154] | N ggas tried to smack me up so now I' m raising hell |
[00:23.844] | Don' t try and dap me up, lil' n gga, you are not my bro |
[00:26.349] | Trey shot that n gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[00:28.971] | They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |
[00:31.823] | Dot on the head of his only daughter |
[00:34.525] | Then I dunk her head in that holy water |
[00:36.797] | N ggas shootin', we gon' shoot back |
[00:39.747] | Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5 |
[00:42.022] | They know I' ma do you, aimin' for medulla |
[00:44.351] | Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter |
[00:47.148] | AK on my shoulder like I' m Malcom X |
[00:49.925] | ' Cause I ain' t goin' out like I' m Martin Luther |
[00:52.383] | N gga open up the door, n gga, I know you home |
[00:55.116] | It' s a hundred Crip n ggas standing on your lawn |
[00:57.541] | Give up that cheese, give that Provolone |
[01:00.332] | And I ain' t talkin' on the phone ' cause I ain' t playin' with ' em |
[01:03.108] | I got a K for the cuz if he hit you |
[01:05.425] | If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you |
[01:07.937] | Call Dread, that' s the new Tom Brady |
[01:10.202] | ' Cause he be sendin' shots like it' s missile |
[01:13.099] | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
[01:15.976] | Trey shot that n gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[01:18.381] | I ain' t no city boy ' cause I love my bitch |
[01:20.969] | N gga, but that don' t mean that I don' t love my hoes |
[01:23.699] | N ggas tried to smack me up so now I' m raising hell |
[01:26.269] | Don' t try and dap me up, lil' n gga, you are not my bro |
[01:28.753] | Trey shot that n gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[01:31.323] | They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |
[01:34.084] | N ggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth |
[01:36.800] | Until I kick down they door and run in they house |
[01:39.106] | Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth |
[01:41.777] | Like what' s that sh t up on the ' net your son was talkin' ' bout? |
[01:44.346] | I put that on my son that I' ma take it there |
[01:46.887] | ' Cause when you come from where I come from, I ain' t playin fair |
[01:49.522] | My lil' homie die and I ain' t drop a tear |
[01:52.169] | I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air |
[01:55.016] | I' m big 092, n ggas know I' m Woo |
[01:57.771] | I look a n gga in his face like " Who you talkin' to?" |
[02:00.101] | I need 25K or I ain' t walkin' through |
[02:02.738] | I need 25K or I ain' t walkin' through |
[02:05.286] | I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty on a chain |
[02:07.913] | I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain |
[02:10.493] | Digital dash, I be switching lanes |
[02:13.233] | I was sitting on the bench, but now I' m in the game |
[02:15.963] | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
[02:18.349] | Trey shot that n gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[02:20.960] | I ain' t no city boy ' cause I love my bitch |
[02:23.683] | N gga, but that don' t mean that I don' t love my hoes |
[02:26.393] | N ggas tried to smack me up so now I' m raising hell |
[02:28.862] | Don' t try and dap me up, lil' n gga, you are not my bro |
[02:31.429] | Trey shot that n gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[02:33.988] | They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : Bashar Jackson |
[00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Bashar Jackson Ricardo Lamarre |
[00:02.105] | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
[00:08.301] | Uh, uh, ayy |
[00:10.940] | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
[00:12.937] | Trey shot that n gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[00:15.861] | I ain' t no city boy ' cause I love my bitch |
[00:18.417] | N gga, but that don' t mean that I don' t love my hoes |
[00:21.154] | N ggas tried to smack me up so now I' m raising hell |
[00:23.844] | Don' t try and dap me up, lil' n gga, you are not my bro |
[00:26.349] | Trey shot that n gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[00:28.971] | They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |
[00:31.823] | Dot on the head of his only daughter |
[00:34.525] | Then I dunk her head in that holy water |
[00:36.797] | N ggas shootin', we gon' shoot back |
[00:39.747] | Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5 |
[00:42.022] | They know I' ma do you, aimin' for medulla |
[00:44.351] | Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter |
[00:47.148] | AK on my shoulder like I' m Malcom X |
[00:49.925] | ' Cause I ain' t goin' out like I' m Martin Luther |
[00:52.383] | N gga open up the door, n gga, I know you home |
[00:55.116] | It' s a hundred Crip n ggas standing on your lawn |
[00:57.541] | Give up that cheese, give that Provolone |
[01:00.332] | And I ain' t talkin' on the phone ' cause I ain' t playin' with ' em |
[01:03.108] | I got a K for the cuz if he hit you |
[01:05.425] | If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you |
[01:07.937] | Call Dread, that' s the new Tom Brady |
[01:10.202] | ' Cause he be sendin' shots like it' s missile |
[01:13.099] | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
[01:15.976] | Trey shot that n gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[01:18.381] | I ain' t no city boy ' cause I love my bitch |
[01:20.969] | N gga, but that don' t mean that I don' t love my hoes |
[01:23.699] | N ggas tried to smack me up so now I' m raising hell |
[01:26.269] | Don' t try and dap me up, lil' n gga, you are not my bro |
[01:28.753] | Trey shot that n gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[01:31.323] | They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |
[01:34.084] | N ggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth |
[01:36.800] | Until I kick down they door and run in they house |
[01:39.106] | Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth |
[01:41.777] | Like what' s that sh t up on the ' net your son was talkin' ' bout? |
[01:44.346] | I put that on my son that I' ma take it there |
[01:46.887] | ' Cause when you come from where I come from, I ain' t playin fair |
[01:49.522] | My lil' homie die and I ain' t drop a tear |
[01:52.169] | I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air |
[01:55.016] | I' m big 092, n ggas know I' m Woo |
[01:57.771] | I look a n gga in his face like " Who you talkin' to?" |
[02:00.101] | I need 25K or I ain' t walkin' through |
[02:02.738] | I need 25K or I ain' t walkin' through |
[02:05.286] | I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty on a chain |
[02:07.913] | I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain |
[02:10.493] | Digital dash, I be switching lanes |
[02:13.233] | I was sitting on the bench, but now I' m in the game |
[02:15.963] | My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high |
[02:18.349] | Trey shot that n gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[02:20.960] | I ain' t no city boy ' cause I love my bitch |
[02:23.683] | N gga, but that don' t mean that I don' t love my hoes |
[02:26.393] | N ggas tried to smack me up so now I' m raising hell |
[02:28.862] | Don' t try and dap me up, lil' n gga, you are not my bro |
[02:31.429] | Trey shot that n gga out my car so now I gotta get low |
[02:33.988] | They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party |