PTSO

Lyrics

[Intro] Fft, fft Fft, fft, fft, fft Fft, fft [Pre-Chorus] Huh, I don't want you callin' me up I don't want you hittin' my phone 'Cause you know what that shit gon' lead to So bitch, can you leave me alone? [Chorus] Lil' bro got the drank, pour it up (Fft, fft) I'm just tryna get in my mood It feel like I ran out of love (Fft) Oh, you too? That make me and you both I'm mixin' up, all kind of drugs (Yeah) Don't really know what I'm gettin' put on I put some rackies on her (Yeah) Lil' bitch, like when I put this shit on (Yeah) [Verse 1] Too turnt up, nigga, turn me down Two fours, I ain't rockin' no jersey (Yeah) Wu-Tang bitch, rockin' old school diamonds Only 19, racks in my 30s (Yeah) AP watch, call it, "Perfect timin'" (Yeah) Told gang, "I got you, don't worry" (Yeah) Play with my gang, then you know that I'm slidin' Last nigga tried gang, got murked (Got murked) Cut that ho off, she hurt Rich young nigga, had to move to the 'burbs (Phew) On the block cuttin' O's, Lil Durk I hit that ho, onе leg like Dirk, uh Had to cut that ho off, she a flirt (Flirt, flirt, flirt) AMG, makе the whole shit swerve In the car, ho throwin' some ass Like my money, watch the lil' hoe twerk Brought the ho to my crib, told the ho, "Lay down" Instagram, 'cause I'm changin' the layout Rack on his head, he could go any day now (Any day) Love this ho, but I'm stuck in my ways (Bee, bee) I just get in the booth, and I let all my pain out (In the booth) In the store, bitch, I ball NBA I just copped a new chain, I blew like 20k on it Swear to God, I love you and the way that you ride it, I think about you everyday now Most these raps niggas broke, they just tryna hide it I swear, they be so in denial Got so high, man, I'm tryna link up with the pilot My diamonds be wet, like the Nile Don't try one of my niggas, 'cause it can get violent Get fucked up, if you doin' wild I just call up my bitch, tellin' her, what the fuck I look like tryna give her a title? [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah My bitch so physique, man, it's perfect Walk in while I'm clutchin', they makin' me nervous, yeah She still gonna find a lil' purpose My niggas tote SMG's, slide on that burst Bitch, I got hits, I ain't doin' no verse Even if that lil' nigga wanted a verse Walk in that store, that bitch wanted a purse Said, "Hold up, bitch", buy my mama one first Like SoFaygo, that nigga end up in a hearse I ain't playin' with money, come second and third Where he layin'? We find his ass, drop his ass, murk him We turn that lil' [?], to Alcatraz circle I ain't pourin' it in my cup, let that shit [?] I got foreign drip on me, that's what I work for That bitch borin' me, that head not even worth it I count more checks, bitch, there's more where that came from Real nigga, she ain't never seen one With my niggas kickin' shit, FIFA (Yeah) (I ain't no regular one) (She like when I put this shit on) (Woo) [Chorus] Lil' bro got the drank, pour it up (Fft, fft) I'm just tryna get in my mood It feel like I ran out of love Oh, you too? That make me and you both I'm mixin' up, all kind of drugs (Yeah) Don't really know what I'm gettin' put on (Yeah) I put some rackies on her (Yeah) Lil' bitch, like when I put this shit on (Yeah) [Outro] (On, on) (Lil' bitch, like when I put this shit on, on)