Paper Chasers

Lyrics

[Produced by Swiff D] [Intro] I'ma let you hear that other one after I do this I'ma let you hear the one, you know the sixes and all old shit That all that we-don't-fuck-around shit I like this shit, man [Chorus] Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shoppin' sprees Glock in my back pocket, already cocked, okay, I'm clockin' cheese Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways Had to say, each and every day, we grabbin' paper Live a hustler, probably die a gangster and etcetera Sometime, I can't take no break, they keep callin' my cellular This the game and we know this life we gon' be alright Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch, we out here chasin' paper [Verse 1] At the Paul Inn with the TEC-9, no bandana, no gloves on Long kiss, goodnight my nigga, but we ain't makin' no love song This bullshit you sold me got Inisotol, no soda on it I straight dropped and lost twenty grams, like what the fuck is you smokin', homie? Red Camaro, white rally stripes, gon' probably be on TV Move wrong while the tool on, I'll put your ass on Street Beat Repeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offender Park the whip, lay under houses, hear you movin' round with the stethoscope Arrested for a little vestiges to teach these pussy niggas 'bout stretchin' coke Bend the bend with the machine gun, like, "Say hello to my little friend" Chick I met at Texaco, down here for school, not visitin' Say it's about to get interestin', bitch say she from Michigan [Chorus] Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shoppin' sprees Glock in my back pocket, already cocked, okay, I'm clockin' cheese Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways Had to say, each and every day, we grabbin' paper Live a hustler, probably die a gangster and etcetera Sometime, I can't take no break, they keep callin' my cellular This the game and we know this life we gon' be alright Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch, we out here chasin' paper [Verse 2] Shipment just come in, drop work in Ponchatoula and Springfield Extended clip, on the nine milli', lot of hollow tips, no refill Imagine how the fuck we feel, in the winter time, no heat here I sleep here, all my smokers beg, bum, and borrow for free beer And we feel, you need a nigga like me in your life Grind times, goin', "Vroom" I listen to the radio, we all fly, shawty say she all mine Color all in the wrong lines, to the dope game, I got strong ties I've sold cocaine, this all the time Favorite old song, entitled "White Lines" Watch rich people snort white lines, with white wine at dinner parties I been retarded, I leave a party People start to leavin' like we the party Thuggin' on, don't mention it Pockets full of Benjamins [Chorus] Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shoppin' sprees Glock in my back pocket, already cocked, okay, I'm clockin' cheese Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways Had to say, each and every day, we grabbin' paper Live a hustler, probably die a gangster and etcetera Sometime, I can't take no break, they keep callin' my cellular This the game and we know this life we gon' be alright Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch, we out here chasin' paper