Slump6s - PTSO

{intro}
Fft, fft
Fft, fft, fft, fft
Fft, fft

{pre-chorus}
I don't want ya' callin' me up
I don't want ya' hittin' my phone
'cause you know what that shit gon' lead to
So bitch, can you leave me alone?

{chorus}
Lil' bro got that drank, pour it up (fft, fft)
I'm just tryna get in my mood
You feel like i ran out of love (fft)
Hope you (?...)
I'm messin' up, countin' drugs (yeah)
Don't really know what i'm gettin' put on
(?...)
Lil' bitch, like when i put this shit on

{verse 1}
Too turnt up, nigga, turn me down
Two fours, i ain't rockin' no jersey
(?...)
Only 19, racks in my 30s
Ap watch, call it, "perfect timin'"
Told gang, "i got you, don't worry"
Play with my gang, nigga, know that i'm slidin'
Last nigga tried gang, got murked
Cut that hoe off, she hurt
Rich young nigga, had to move to the 'burbs
On the block cuttin' o's, lil durk
I hit that hoe, one leg like dirk, uh
Had to cut that hoe off, she a flirt
Amg, make the whole shit swerve
In the car, hoе, throwin' some (?...)
Like my money, watch thе 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
Love this hoe, but i'm stuck in my ways
I just get in the booth, and i let all my pain out
In the store, bitch, i ball nba
I just copped a new chain, i blew like 20k on it
Swear to god, i love you, on the way (?...)
When you ride it, i think about you everyday now
Most these raps niggas 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 denial
Don't try one of my niggas, 'cause it can get violent
Get fucked up, if you doin' wild
I just call up my bitch, tellin' her, what the fuck i look like tryna give her a title?

{verse 2}
Yeah, yeah
My bitch so physique, man, it's perfect
Walk in while i'm clutchin', it makin' me nervous, yeah
She still gonna find a lil' purpose
My niggas tote smg's, slide with a (?...)
Bitch, i got hits, i ain't doin' no verse
Even if that lil' nigga wanted a verse
Walk in that store, that bitch wanted a purse
Said, "hoe, (?...)
Like sofaygo, that nigga 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 (?...)
I ain't pourin' in my cup, let that shit (?...)
I got foreign drip on me, that's what i work for
That bitch want me, that head not even worth it
I count more checks, bitch, there's more where that came from
Real nigga, she ain't never seen one
With my niggas kickin' shit, fifa

{chorus}
Lil' bro got that drank, pour it up (fft, fft)
I'm just tryna get in my mood
You feel like i ran out of love
Hope you (?...)
I'm messin' up, countin' drugs (yeah)
Don't really know what i'm gettin' put on
(?...)
Lil' bitch, like when i put this shit on

{outro}
Oh, oh
Put this shit on, on