PTSD lyrics

[Intro]
(Kutta, cut that sh*t up, man)

[Chorus]
I got PTSD from my ex n*gga
Bipolar, I can't take no stress n*gga
You keep callin', you seem a lil pressed, n*gga
Finna spend it on me?
Well, get dressed n*gga
Aye, I'm not yo regular b*tch
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 pus*y, it costs
If you f*ckin' for free then you lost
Hit the gas, they gon' smell my exhaust
Birkin bag me, you f*ckin' a boss
I'm a real-deal P, I'll break a n*gga
Cashapp me right now, Ion wait for n*ggas
I ball in the league like a Laker, n*gga
Know it hurt
Go to church, I can't save a n*gga

[Verse 1]
He tell me I'm so full of sh*t
Yeah, yeah
Boy, you know I'm that b*tch
I run in his pockets, get ate, thеn I dip
n*gga 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 f*ck 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 n*gga the blues like I'm navy

[Chorus]
PTSD from my ex n*gga
Bipolar, I can't take no stress n*gga
You keep callin', you seem a lil pressed, n*gga
Finna spend it on me?
Well, get dressed n*gga
Aye, I'm not yo regular b*tch
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 pus*y, it costs
If you f*ckin' for free then you lost
Hit the gas, they gon' smell my exhaust
Birkin bag me, you f*ckin' a boss
I'm a real-deal P, I'll break a n*gga
Cashapp me right now, Ion wait for n*ggas
I ball in the league like a laker, n*gga
Know it hurt
Go to church, I can't save a n*gga
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 sh*t 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, n*gga
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 n*gga, 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, n*ggas always hollerin' about "link"
Boy, link your account to mine
f*ck is you talkin' bout, pfft
The f*ck?
Is you tryna trick or what?
On God
Big Chant