PTSD City Morgue

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[Intro: ZillaKami]
Thraxx
Ayy, Holy War!

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
I wake up with hand on grip (Woo)
Wake up with hoes on deck (Woo)
I wake up with Remington (Woo)
Wake up with no options (Woo)

[Verse 1: SosMula]
Lost all my work when the pot bust (Work)
Threw it out the window when the cops rush (Fuck outta here)
Pussy ass nigga, you is not us
We pop up and your fuckin' brain's gettin' mopped up, my guap up
Jumpin' on the jet, it ain't JetBlue (No no)
Niggas frontin' on the net, I'ma catch you (Fuck outta here)
I'ma pop a vessel, I'ma fuckin' deck you (Bitch)
.38 special, curl up like a pretzel (Blaow)
Crash in the coupe, do the Crash Bandicoot (Skrrt)
I'ma crash in the coupe, do the Crash Bandicoot (Skrrt)
Clip on the Draco, tip on potato
Emoji halos, R.I.P. your baby

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
I wake up with hand on grip (Woo)
Wake up with hoes on deck (Woo)
I wake up with Remington (Woo)
Wake up with no options (Woo)

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