Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On The Double, artist - Styles P. Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On The Double |
| Gettin' mad high was a lowlife |
| Now I meet the connect, what is this lowlife? |
| 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 in the bed |
| It was an alibi, you was nullified |
| Im just tryna flow like a butterfly |
| Staying out the way run it up or you runnin' line |
| With them dumb niggas that are fool when it comes to time |
| But Ima buss it off when it come to mine |
| They know my body what type and time I’m on, yeah |
| Tryna send a shawty you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah |
| Playing by my back, I like my cash stripping phone, yeah |
| Got a deal which you won’t be sitting out on warning |
| Just in black, load that piece |
| This ain’t no cap, go to sleep |
| Tony! |
| Used to move work off the next town |
| While I receive a hustler, all I did was crack sales |
| I dont care about you |
| 40 at the jeweler, homie this is nut sales |
| Brown bag lifestyle, tryin go legit |
| Man fresh home, back ridin' with the stick |
| Trapped into 3 shooters, first round pick |
| All of them thirsty, they just tryna get a lick |
| Used to had a shawty on side of the back |
| 100k under the mattress I slept on the bread |
| Connect stopped shipping, started driving instead |
| Had my 200 by Friday like Smokey n' Craig |
| Where I’m from you hustlers starve |
| And staying alive is like a fulltime job |
| Before you send me to hell, Ima send you to god |
| Playa reach out from the deck but still playin' my cards |
| They know my body what type and time I’m on, yeah |
| Tryna send a shawty you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah |
| Playing by my back, I like my cash stripping phone, yeah |
| Got a deal which you won’t be sitting out on warning |
| Just in black, load that piece |
| This ain’t no cap, go to sleep |
| Nobody looking to die young |
| But its a few smart niggas that are looking to die dumb |
| Why you think that I’m high strung |
| In the M, thinking the M’s letting the 5 run |
| 6,7 and 8, niggas pushin' that weight |
| But they rat till police they hit the gate |
| You’re just a monkey my nigga, you’re not a ape |
| You’re just aight with your rhymes, you’re not great |
| You said you G but you checkin' cities n' got a |
| Me when I’m checking the cities I’m getting paid |
| Yeah, I get honour of respect you get the finger |
| Right when we done with the shit, you get the blame |
| I dont like the sympathy from you, get the grenade |
| Yeah I’m back on my holiday shit, hope its a faze |
| You should get a beat and a mic and get a maze |
| I am like a book my nigga, its just a page |
| Ghost! |
| They know my body what type and time I’m on, yeah |
| Tryna send a shawty you get shot, dead n' gone, yeah |
| Playing by my back, I like my cash stripping phone, yeah |
| Got a deal which you won’t be sitting out on warning |
| Just in black, load that piece |
| This ain’t no cap, go to sleep |