Chords for PTSD

_ _ _ My PTSD still on the kickin so I gotta get high _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ [Ebm] My PTSD still on the kickin [Ab] so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga [Abm] out my car so now I gotta get [Ebm] low
I ain't no city boy cuz [Eb] I love my bitch
But it could be that homie that I don't love my hoes
Niggas try to smack me up so now I'm racin [Ebm] up
Don't try to dab me lil nigga you [Ab] are not my bro
[Ebm] Trey shot that nigga out my car so [Eb] now I gotta get low
They [Ebm] know we bang [Eb] blocks so I gotta come through
[Ebm] _ Got on the head of [Eb] his only [Ebm] daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
_ Niggas [Abm] shootin we gon shoot back
Sitting at the table like [Ab] the quarter [Ebm] pipe
They know I'ma do it, [Eb] aim it for my doula
Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter
AK on my shoulder [Abm] like I'm Album X
Cuz I ain't [Ab] goin out like I'm [B] on lube
Nigga open up the door nigga [Eb] I know you on it
It's a hunnid crib niggas standing on your lawn
Gave up that cheese gave that proval on it
And I ain't talking on the [Db] phone cuz I ain't playing [B] with it
I got a K for the cards [Eb] if he hit you
If I call on that B bro he come and get you
Cold Dre [Ebm] that's a new Tom Brady
Cuz he be sending shots like [Ab] his Mason
[Ebm] My PTSD starting to kick [Ab] in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga [Abm] out my car so now I gotta [Ebm] get low
I ain't no city boy [Eb] cuz I love my bitch
But it could be [Ebm] that homie that I don't love my hoes
Niggas try to smack me up so now I'm racin up
Don't try to dab me lil nigga [B] you are not [Ebm] my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I [Ab] gotta get low
[Ebm] They ain't know we paying [Abm] blunts wherever I go [Ebm] to
Niggas still can't hide and running in low
Until I kicked out they door and run in they house
Had they mother on the floor with a gun in her mouth
Like what's that shit up on the net your son was talking bout
I put that on my side [Abm] then I'ma take it there
Cuz when you come for a while cuz I ain't playing [Ebm] for it
My lil homie died [Eb] and I ain't try to put a tear
I just wrote this letter to put it in [B] here
I'm big on I chew [Eb] niggas know I'm broke
I look a nigga in his face like who you talking to
I need 25k or I ain't walking through
I need [Ebm] 25k or I ain't walking [B] through
I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 [Eb] on the chain
I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain
[Ebm] Digital dash I be switching lanes
I was sitting on the bench [Abm] but now I'm in the [Ebm] game
My big tits they starting kicking so [Eb] I gotta get high
Trey shot that [Abm] nigga out my car so now I gotta [Ebm] get low
I ain't no city boy [Eb] cuz I love my bitch
But it could [Ebm] be that homie that I don't love my hoes
Niggas try to smash me up so [Ab] I'm not raising up
[Ebm] Don't try to dab me lil nigga you will not find rock
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we [Abm] bang blocks so I welcome to the [Ebm] squad
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