Letra de Paid - G Herbo

(Feat. Essex Wright)

Deezy

Yeah, Swervo, big G Herbo, uh

Oh, it's okay

It's gon' be okay, I know that

Might as well keep that

I got baby Essex out here in the 'Raq with me

It's okay, man

I got my gun on my lap (Four nickel)

Still, I changed my life, I got my son on my lap

Been on a run, I can't nap, I had a run before rap

If I ain't strapped, then we can scrap (You know that)

But I was young makin' it clap, no Soulja

Mention us, get whacked, I told you (Grr)

Chip always been on my shoulder

I got older, I got colder

Swervo had a long start, fucked it off in Chrome Heart

Popped out with that .44, no pet, I let my dawg bark

Pussy, I don't think for you, I had to play my own part

When they hoes, niggas show it, I got rich and niggas know it

Been in shit and never folded

Got in jams and niggas tote it

Paid bails like I owed it, wrecked the whip, they think I sold it (Skrrt)

Bodies droppin', talkin' slang a lot, you know we gotta code it (Shh)

Broski catch a case on my behalf, he know he gotta hold it

OG and his kids golden, Draco mini, I can't fold it

F.N. registered with my security, and I got one that's stolen (Yeah)

You know what that mean, I gotta flee the scene (Get out of there)

Whips paid, cribs paid, spent a bag, still paid

Bitch paid, niggas paid, never paid to get 'em slayed (Bitch)

Took losses, niggas traded, cribs raided, still paid (Still paid)

War time, niggas played, found out where them niggas lay (Where they at?)

Really paid

My house got a maid, man, a young nigga made it

In the shade, hundred out six, ayy, but can't no nigga fade us (What up?)

Shoot to see low, hundred K on bets, two-hundred K your best

Booked for shows, three or four months straight, eight-hundred K, no less

On the go, I can't see my kids, I'm like, "Okay, don't stress"

Niggas stressed, I hop in them whips, I'm like, "Okay, I'm blessed"

Go to church, I ain't been in church, because I can't confess

Put in work, nigga shot on me, I guess I ain't contest (Baow)

Fuck niggas, get stretched for testin' me, I guess I ain't the test

I've been doin' shows for eighty Gs, so now I came for less

Swervo, I'm still yet to catch a hit, this street rap ain't for peasants

Niggas nervous in my presence, tryna make it pleasant (Fuck out of here)

Whips paid, cribs paid, spent a bag, still paid

Bitch paid, niggas paid, never paid to get 'em slayed (Bitch)

Took losses, niggas traded, cribs raided, still paid

War time, niggas played, found out where them niggas lay

Really paid

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