PTSD

Studied this shit that's how I know buddy a bitch He putty this shit, get bloodier Niggas get money and switch, he ain't come for this shit He ain't covered just 'cause yo' buddy is My boy covered with clips, he'll cut him and dip I'm subtle but still gon' cover him Caught my plug on a lick We can stuff yo' cut in his shit but we ain't gon' cut him in I'm in mechanicsville where da mechanics live Bruh got that cannon filled and he know how to film All my abandonment made me connect with the savages Met my connect now I'm having it I got to have a lil' glock I'm in Adamsville Last time I seen him my patna was after him Don't know what happen and no I'm not askin him Niggas ahead of it, don't won't no happy meal Swear to God I can tell by his eyes he ain't scared of God I can tell the whole time it was hella flawed I can tell he was frightened but played it off I can tell da whole 9 to meet at ya job I can tell what 'em time to be at the club I was careful designing the execution No electrocution, I know they was shocked I can walk through the fire, was swore to drop Everybody outside gotta carry Glocks And some Angels don't want what you better drop 'Cause they get in there tall and then peck you hot I was raised in the jungle like George and Lenon George annoyed, they come to po-poy, it can't get gory I got a lot of recorded scary stories I got a- Who the fuck is he, bruh? He don't live on my street (bruh) I know he's sweet, bruh, nigga 'round here gotta eat, bruh Sweat in yoru sleep from PTSD, huh PTSD, huh, PTSD, huh Studied this shit that's how I know buddy a bitch He putty this shit, get bloodier Niggas get money and switch, he ain't come for this shit He ain't covered just 'cause yo' buddy is My boy covered with clips, he'll cut him and dip I'm subtle but still gon' cover him Caught my plug on a lick We can stuff yo' cut in his shit but we ain't gon' cut him in I hate this shit, niggas