G Herbo & Essex – Paid Lyrics

G Herbo & Essex – Paid Lyrics

Paid Lyrics by G Herbo & Essex

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
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)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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)

[Chorus]
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