PTSD

Lyrics

[Intro] (Kutta, cut that shit up, man) [Chorus] I got PTSD from my ex nigga Bipolar, I can't take no stress nigga You keep callin', you seem a lil pressed, nigga Finna spend it on me? Well, get dressed nigga Aye, I'm not yo regular bitch Flooded AP on my wrist He said, "Girl, you must think I'm a trick" Boy, be grateful you wasn't a lick Ain't no more free pussy, it costs If you fuckin' for free then you lost Hit the gas, they gon' smell my exhaust Birkin bag me, you fuckin' a boss I'm a real-deal P, I'll break a nigga Cashapp me right now, Ion wait for niggas I ball in the league like a Laker, nigga Know it hurt Go to church, I can't save a nigga [Verse 1] He tell me I'm so full of shit Yeah, yeah Boy, you know I'm that bitch I run in his pockets, get ate, thеn I dip Nigga book me a flight, tryna take a lil trip He lovin' thе Chant, he get lost in the drip So many blue hunnits, they think I'm a Crip Yo, dead dawg, move I don't fuck wit no Brip No sir, [?] Only right that I trip [Bridge] Baby If you want my time, gotta pay me New Off-White so I'm feelin' real wavy Want a text back? I want a Mercedes I'm a player, boy Don't try to play me He say he love me Oh, that's crazy Need a baller like Tracy McGrady Send me a deposit, we gravy Give a nigga the blues like I'm navy [Chorus] PTSD from my ex nigga Bipolar, I can't take no stress nigga You keep callin', you seem a lil pressed, nigga Finna spend it on me? Well, get dressed nigga Aye, I'm not yo regular bitch Flooded AP on my wrist He said, "Girl, you must think I'm a trick" Boy, be grateful you wasn't a lick Ain't no more free pussy, it costs If you fuckin' for free then you lost Hit the gas, they gon' smell my exhaust Birkin bag me, you fuckin' a boss I'm a real-deal P, I'll break a nigga Cashapp me right now, Ion wait for niggas I ball in the league like a laker, nigga Know it hurt Go to church, I can't save a nigga Nope [Verse 2] Ruthless At least I'm not like you, stupid Figure it out, what you mean you can't do it? That lil shit you gave me? I blew through it Yeah, I need me a new car, new house, new ass Prolly some new cash Is you tryna trick off, no raw sex filth I pop me a few tags Ain't spending no money? Well, bye Need yo paycheck to ride on this ride Know whats up, nigga Don't be surprised I'mma player, don' want be yo bride Aye, pimpin' ain't dead These hoes just scared Ain't postin' no nigga, these hoes too fed I don't want no love, no I just want the bread Keep yo clothes on 'cuz I just wan't the head, ooh [Outro] See, niggas always hollerin' about "link" Boy, link your account to mine Fuck is you talkin' bout, pfft The fuck? Is you tryna trick or what? On God Big Chant