[Intro: ST, PR SAD & Trapx10]
Ayy, fuckin' done know, ST, fuckin' banged up right now
And shout out my n***as PR, shout out Trapx10, you get me
Fuckin', shout out the SAD's, free the SAD's, free the drillers
(Sykes, Sykes)
Spartan drops, you know how we do it, man, gang
What you done in these streets?
N***as talk bread 'cah they're scared of beef
N***as talk bread, that's music, please
I've spent, throw P's on plenty tee
A lot of man shy when I talk 'bout works
Four in the hearse then they turn to weed
Just sighted an opp, tell bro, "Reverse"
Jump out, burst, bang and skeet

[Chorus: PR SAD & TrapX10]
What you done in these streets?
N***as talk bread 'cah they're scared of beef
N***as talk bread, that's music, please
I've spent, throw P's on plenty tee
A lot of man shy when I talk 'bout works
Four in the hearse then they turn to weed
Just sighted an opp, tell bro, "Reverse"
Jump out, burst, bang, and skeet (Baow)

[Verse 1: PR SAD]
Had to separ' our sauce in a week
Was a lot of them are built like us man?
12 gauge and a rucksack, bruck that
Wind down the window and bun that
Petty on E, I gotta make it back
Feds on my rear, still make bro tun back
Bro still smiles and I love that
Twenty-five years, the shit, just fuck that
I think it hurt me more with four in the can and they took my brother
Those shotgun bells don't stutter, ask my man 'cah it left him fuck' up
SAD, real nutters, Skrrlly done fed man blades for supper
Notes in my lover, man, a Addison Lee tryna move this brucker
I ain't gotta talk what we done
Four turned bud and one was dust
In skengs we trust, jump out gang, get done like Stompz
I got latex on, no gloves
Bubble-wrapped, I don't wanna get stung
Solly got splashed in his lung, his brother dodged corn and the AP rung
[Verse 2: TrapX10]
Most these trappers broke (Bruck), and ain't got shit to show (Ha)
Nineteen half, three stacks in poles, two shotguns and a hand ting crow (Baow)
Jewelry box, that's twenty-five
All from my line, doin' plenty pies (Racks)
Rollie's on, got my rambo knife
Get drenched up quick, tryna take what's mine (Ching)
I love when I sight these opps on glide
I just let two go while the ride was movin' (Baow)
Never my batch tryna beef and lose in
Sixteen bells, three weeks, eight bootins (Gang)
Mulla try juice my man through the window
Feds say he's involved, jail, he's ruined (Free him up)
JT put six man on his blade
One died, what a shame, free him up, he's a nuisance (Free him)
Wagwan for dem boy that rap drill when the real life, they don't live it? (No)
Caught two opps and I soaked that one
It's done got away, so you know man's livid (Pissed)
Two red bells in the twelve
Bang that off, see the pellets spittin'
But when broski let his buss, I see man duss when the 4's is kickin' (Duss him)

[Chorus: PR SAD & TrapX10]
What you done in these streets?
N***as talk bread 'cah they're scared of beef
N***as talk bread, that's music, please
I've spent, throw P's on plenty tee
A lot of man shy when I talk 'bout works
Four in the hearse then they turn to weed
Just sighted an opp, tell bro, "Reverse"
Jump out, burst, bang and skeet (Baow)
What you done in these streets?
N***as talk bread cah they're scared of beef
N***as talk bread, that's music please
I've spent through Ps on plenty tees
A lot of man shy when we talk 'bout works
Four in the hearse then they turn to weed
Just sighted an opp, tell bro "reverse"
Jump out, burst, bang and skeet (Baow)
[Outro]
Sykes, Sykes