On the Double Styles P (Ft. Dyce Payne & Tony Moxberg)

[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