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[intro: sv]
pays good
you know the trap pays good
i swear the trap pays good
i swear the trap pays good
[?] the trap pays good
i swear it pays good
you know the trap pays good
i swear the trap pays good
swear the trap pays good
i swear the trap pays_
i swear the trap pays_

[verse 1: sv]
she told me that she love me, but i don’t really feel it
so i had to cut ’em, getting noddy off a new b_tch
i told her that i’d stop, but i don’t really mean it
i’m still on the roads, riding out, releasing demons (bow, bow)
my bro caged in, so yeah, i’m in my feelings
sipping h_lla lean, got my body h_lla leanin’
these b_tches, they be dreamin’
hit her from the back, she be screaming
if i told you that, on god, you know i mean it (i swear)

[chorus: sv]
she don’t lie when i go on a glide
i’m puttin’ 2 in the ride, tryna k!ll him tonight (bow, bow)
see an opp, that’s on sight
i don’t care ’bout the time
f_ck the opps, f_ck the feds, they just want me inside (free the gang)
tryna live life, better do it good (do it good)
got the obbo on my back, so we’re f_cked
couldn’t know what i’m on (nope), i don’t know i’m from the hood
it’s nowhere 9 to 5, but the trap pays good (pays good)
[verse 2: sv]
i’m in the trap now
i’m getting bands and i’m breaking h_lla packs now
baddie on my lap, loves it when i choose to come ’round
but she don’t want me getting trouble with the wrong crowd
tell ’em, “rap it quick, or serve it to the kids”
the rhyme’s real gloomy, you can go and ask the pigs
try and bag me for intent, pray i see the world again
these jakes on gang like this b_tch on her friends, but
i told her, “babe, listen, you really know what i’m like”
might not be on the strip, late night if whole gang’s on the glide
and we got 2 in the ride
a man can get smoked if we see him outside (bow, bow)
man, free jd, free all the thugs
r.i.p. to all my bros that never seen me up
man, i swear i gotta do this proper
a real croft shotter, riding ’round with my chopper (gang, gang)

[chorus: sv]
she don’t lie when i go on a glide
i’m puttin’ 2 in the ride, tryna k!ll him tonight (bow, bow)
see an opp, that’s on sight
i don’t care ’bout the time
f_ck the opps, f_ck the feds, they just want me inside (free the gang)
tryna live life, better do it good (do it good)
got the obbo on my back, so we’re f_cked
couldn’t know what i’m on, i don’t know i’m from the hood
it’s nowhere 9 to 5, but the trap pays good
[verse 2: wray]
i’m out on these roads, but i’m always in my feelings
‘cuz in my mind daily, i be fighting with these demons
i told her that i love her and i swear i really mean it
i’m a broken_hearted kid, but she got that sh_t feelin’
man broke it to get luck, that’s a different feeling
i’m [?] my brother out, screaming, “free him”, ’til they free him (free him)
free our opps, they be skeeting
stab him in the back and they screaming
if i tell you, “imma get you”, then i mean it

- wray uk

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