On the Double

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Styles P] Gettin' mad high was a lowlife Now I meet the connect, what is this load like? When I get on the ride, know what the road like I'm just tryna travel the world see what the globe like If you getting knocked by the police, know what the code like You dont ask for none, but a phone call Fuckin with niggas that break your bones off They gon' run up in the crib n' cut the phones off It gets scary seeing the infrared Gun sings a song n' you went to bed It was a lullaby, you was nullified I'm just tryna float like a butterfly Staying out the way run it up or you run in line With them dumb niggas that'll fold whеn it come the time (Thеy'll fold) But I'mma buss it off when it come to mine [Chorus: Dyce Payne] They know my body what type of time that I'm on, yeah Tryna send a shotty- you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah (Brrr) Don't play about my bags, I like my cash perfect form, yeah Gotta deal with you, won't be sendin' out no warnings Dressed in black, loaded piece This ain't no cap, go to sleep Dressed in black, loaded piece This ain't no cap, go to sleep [Verse 2: Tony Moxberg] Tony! Used to move work off the next town Wide receiver hustler, all I did was catch sales (Yes) I don't care about you coat-tails 40 at the jeweler, homie, this is not Zales Brown bag lifestyle, tryin go legit (Tryin') Man fresh home, back ridin' with the stick Drafted 3 shooters, first round pick All of 'em thirsty, they just tryna get a lick Used to have the shotty on the side of the bed (I did) 100K under the mattress, I slept on the bread Connect stopped shipping, started driving instead Have my 200 by Friday like Smokey n' Craig (Let's go) Where I'm from you hustle or starve And staying alive is like a fulltime job Before you send me to Hell, I'mma send you to God Might've reshuffled the deck but still playin' my cards, what [Chorus: Dyce Payne] They know my body what type of time that I'm on, yeah Tryna send a shotty- you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah Don't play about my bags, I like my cash perfect form, yeah Gotta deal with you, won't be sendin' out no warnings Dressed in black, loaded piece This ain't no cap, go to sleep Dressed in black, loaded piece This ain't no cap, go to sleep [Verse 3: Styles P] Nobody looking to die young But it's a few smart niggas that's lookin' to die dumb (Ha) Why you think that I'm high strung (Why?) In the M, thinking of M's letting the 5 run 6, 7 and 8, niggas pushin' that weight But they rat to police the minute they hit the gate You're just a monkey my nigga, you're not a ape (Fuckin' monkey) You're just aight with your rhymes, you're not a great Said you G, but you check into cities and gotta pay (Hahaha) Me, when I'm check into cities I'm getting paid Yeah, I get honor, respect- you get the fade What up) Right when we done with the shit, you get the blade I dont like the set that he from, get the grenade Yeah I'm back on my holiday shit, hope it's a phase (Holiday) You should get a beat and a mic and get amazed I am ​like a book my nigga, it's just a page Ghost! [Chorus: Dyce Payne] They know my body what type of time that I'm on, yeah Tryna send a shotty- you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah Don't play about my bags, I like my cash perfect form, yeah Gotta deal with you, won't be sendin' out no warnings Dressed in black, loaded piece This ain't no cap, go to sleep Dressed in black, loaded piece This ain't no cap, go to sleep