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 sh*t gon' lead to
So b*tch, 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' b*tch, like when I put this sh*t on (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Too turnt up, n*gga, turn me down
Two fours, I ain't rockin' no jersey (Yeah)
Wu-Tang b*tch, 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 n*gga tried gang, got murked (Got murked)
Cut that hoe off, she hurt
Rich young n*gga, had to move to the 'burbs (Phew)
On thе block cuttin' O's, Lil Durk
I hit that hoe, one leg likе Dirk, uh
Had to cut that hoe off, she a flirt (Flirt, flirt, flirt)
AMG, make the whole sh*t swerve
In the car, hoe, throwin' some ass
Like my money, watch the lil' hoe twerk
Brought the hoe to my crib, told the hoe, "Lay down"
Instagram, 'cause I'm chasin' the layout
Rack on his head, he could go any day now (Any day)
Love this hoe, 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, b*tch, 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas, 'cause it can get violent
Get f*cked up, if you doin' wild
I just call up my b*tch, tellin' her, what the f*ck I look like tryna give her a title?
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
My b*tch 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 n*ggas tote SMG's, slide on that burst
b*tch, I got hits, I ain't doin' no verse
Even if that lil' n*gga wanted a verse
Walk in that store, that b*tch wanted a purse
Said, "Hold up, b*tch", buy my mama one first
Like SoFaygo, that n*gga 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 sh*t [?]
I got foreign drip on me, that's what I work for
That b*tch borin' me, that head not even worth it
I count more checks, b*tch, there's more where that came from
Real n*gga, she ain't never seen one
With my n*ggas kickin' sh*t, FIFA (Yeah)
(I ain't no regular one)
(She like when I put this sh*t 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' b*tch, like when I put this sh*t on (Yeah)
[Outro]
(On, on)
(Lil' b*tch, like when I put this sh*t on, on)