Verse 1

She got gloss on her lips, nails done fresh

AirPods in, world on mute, no stress

Hair pulled back but she wild inside

Smart mouth, soft heart, don’t let it slide

She say she tired of the pretty songs

Likes the bass when it hits too strong

Likes that 808 in her chest

Says it makes her forget the rest

Late nights, city breathing slow

She don’t dance unless the floor get low

High heels tapping out the beat

Says love only sounds good over heat

Pre-Chorus

She don’t want no roses or poetry

She want truth over melody

Something raw, something real

Something she can actually feel

Chorus

‘Cause pretty girls like trap music

Loud drums, no excuses

Gold chains, heartbreak acoustics

Makes her feel like she’s untouchable

Yeah, pretty girls like trap music

Pain mixed with the beauty

Turns her scars into jewelry

Yeah, she loves it when the bass get ruthless

Verse 2

Mirror pics with the flash too bright

Her shadow dancing in the neon lights

Says she hate love but she still needs it

Hate the truth but still believe it

She say, “Don’t play that soft boy song”

Play the one that make me feel strong

Where the beat drops like a bad decision

And the lyrics cut like precision

She don’t fall, she levitates

Past mistakes behind her gates

But I see through that pastel cover

There’s a heart that wants to discover

Pre-Chorus

She don’t want no fake emotion

Just slow burns and explosions

Something dark, something deep

Something that don’t let her sleep

Chorus

‘Cause pretty girls like trap music

Loud drums, no excuses

Gold chains, heartbreak acoustics

Makes her feel like she’s untouchable

Yeah, pretty girls like trap music

Pain dressed up in beauty

Turns her scars into jewelry

She loves it when the bass get ruthless

Bridge

She move like the beat controls her soul

Every drop makes her lose control

But behind that fearless stare

She just wants someone who care

Maybe I’ll be the one that plays

A different sound on her heart someday

Mix a little love in the noise

Turn the chaos into a choice

Final Chorus

‘Cause pretty girls like trap music

Night drive, windows open

City lights, heart wide open

She feels alive when the world feels useless

Yeah, pretty girls like trap music

But she also likes it when I’m honest

When I’m quiet, when I’m focused

When I don’t treat her like she’s just a moment