Set Of P’s Lyrics – Styles P
“Set Of P’s” was published in English language by Styles P on October 5, 2026. It is a full creative work done by Styles P, who is the singer, composer, and lyricist of the song. Being the separate song without any particular album, “Set Of P’s” puts the spotlight on the vocal performance, composition, and songwriting of Styles P. The unique title of the song makes the strong impression and can be connected with such themes as identity, ambition, personal style, wordplay, success, and individuality, depending on the lyrics of the song. The participation of Styles P in all the creative works related to the song allows him to control the musical and lyrical expression of his song. The English language used in the song gives it the modern sound and reflects the individual style of the songwriting and performance of Styles P.

Set Of P’s Song Info
| Song Information | Details |
|---|---|
| Singer | Styles P |
| Composer | Styles P |
| Lyrics | Styles P |
| Album | — |
| Release | October 5, 2026 |
| Language | English |
Set Of P’s Song Lyrics
Shout out pushing crack
Reflect on the days when I was pushing the crack
Any rapper pull up, I’m pushing his shit back
Say some dumb shit like you looking to get smacked
Is all of these niggas rich, or all of these niggas bitch?
Circle jerk rappers, just all on each other’s dick
Had it up to here, I can finish niggas’ career
They say the wrong verse, I can finish niggas’ veneer
Rolling while I’m driving, I’m using my knee to steer
If I’m headed to the woods, well, it’s probably to beat the bear
You know I got the fire, you ready to meet the flare?
Body hit the ground, your soul rip in the air
I never needed a gun, you funny like Naked Gun
Half G Rap, half Native Tongues
Sent your man for the sticks, well, I hope he playing the drums
It’s Alpha Stage Ghost, you niggas pay to want
In the streets I got the juice
With the bars I got the juice
Double entendre, the truth in the truth
I can still roof niggas in, throw ’em off the roof
Give a fuck about the top ten, tell ’em bring a plus one
And they can bring a plus one, I don’t give a fuck, son
Thirty niggas die right there, no option
I’m cocaine cooking in the pot, I’m rocking
Lyrically kill niggas, just to get the promo
If rap was the league, I’d be shooting from the logo
Used to move work, yeah, kept it in the Volvo
Niggas cooking up but, they ain’t got adobo
Bars missing seasoning, I’m misreasoning
Think about your physical, place that you breathing in
Think about leaving now, might not leave it
Think about your life, got to give you the keys again
Money, power, respect, niggas bring the heaters in
Me, I bring the cooler in, big bag of ice just to put your medulla in
KG, Minnesota Timberwolf maneuvering
Ride like I’m Ubering
In the streets I got the juice
With the bars I got the juice
Double entendre, the truth in the truth
I can still roof niggas in, throw ’em off the roof
Yeah, I ride like I’m Ubering, your bar stink
Wouldn’t play your shit while I’m dooing
A lot of ho niggas trying to act like a hooligan
I’m gonna kill these niggas then back to the juice again
Ghost