What You Done?

[Intro: ST, PR SAD & Trapx10] Ayy, fuckin' done know, ST, fuckin' banged up right now And shout out my niggas PR, shout out Trapx10, you get me Fuckin', shout out the SADs, free the SADs, free the drillers (Sykes, Sykes) Spot and drop, you know how we do it, man, gang What you done in these streets? Niggas talk bread cah they're scared of beef Niggas 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? Niggas talk bread cah they're scared of beef Niggas 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, Skrilly 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 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? Niggas talk bread cah they're scared of beef Niggas 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? Niggas talk bread cah they're scared of beef Niggas 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)