P.T.F.D lyrics

by

J4yDiZz1e


[Hook: J4yDiZz1e]

Post Traumatic, Post Traumatic, Got that Semi-Automatic

Flex Disorder yeah it's Tragic, Pack a n*gga like some Baggage

Pack a n*gga like some Baggage, Flex Disorder yeah it's Tragic

Got that Semi Automatic, Post Traumatic, Post Taumatic (x2)


[Verse 1: J4yDiZz1e]


I'm killing time, dead clocks, Cap on ya b*tch, no Glocks

I f*ck ya b*tch, no socks, I get around, 2Pac

I got that ammo, Full Stock, You got Acne, Connect the dots

You make music, I hope you flop, My n*ggas with me, You finna drop

J4yDiZz1e get's it in, and all of these b*tches they know all about it

I make a track n*ggas pouting, I get diamonds they around it
On everything, I make it happen, I smoke some droe, It came in a package

My 40 on me, I'll get to capping, Yo b*tches cheeks, I get to clapping


[Hook: J4yDiZz1e]

Post Traumatic, Post Traumatic, Got that Semi-Automatic

Flex Disorder yeah it's Tragic, Pack a n*gga like some Baggage

Pack a n*gga like some Baggage, Flex Disorder yeah it's Tragic

Got that Semi Automatic, Post Traumatic, Post Taumatic (x2)


[Verse 2: Dine'ro]

Hating n*ggas getting madder, Climbing up the money ladder

Shoes expensive real leather, n*ggas soft just like some feathers

n*ggas tipping like some dominos, Jumping out they f*cking seat

Chasing all these f*cking thots and hoes, Me, I'm too busy flexing
Me and your girl have been texting, PTFD I am flexing

PTFD I am flexing, Her loyalty I am testing

f*cking your momma sike, Her pus*y loose as f*ck

She might as well be a dike, Talking all of that sh*t

I think it might be a fight, And Jordans all on my feet

I think I'm about to take flight, Like I just rolled one up

And got high as a kite, I might never come down

Just like, that n*gga Mike, That n*gga was running his mouth

And now, he's not in site

Gucci belt up on my waste, Zoom ahead of n*ggas like a race

Whipping that wrist, no lash, Smacking a b*tch on her ass

I used to cook it up and pass, Like I was Drew Breeze on the field

b*tches tryna fall in love
b*tch do I look like cupid, Why would I love you

I best you feeling stupid, Cause all I do is flex


[J4yDiZz1e]

Cause all I do is flex, I run this game without stress

Ya b*tch she all up on my chest, It must be the way that I flex


[Hook: J4yDiZz1e]

Post Traumatic, Post Traumatic, Got that Semi-Automatic

Flex Disorder yeah it's Tragric, Pack a n*gga like some Baggage

Pack a n*gga like some Baggage, Flex Disorder yeah it's Tragric

Got that Semi Automatic, Post Traumatic, Post Taumatic (x2)
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