Paper Chasers

I'ma let you hear that other one after I do this I'ma let you hear the one you know the 6's and all old shit All that we don't fuck around shit I like this shit man 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 the hustle, probably die, 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 outchea chasin' paper Had to fall in with the Tech 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 a Inisotol no soda on it I straight dropped and lost 20 grams like what the fuck is you smokin' homie Red Camaro, white rally stripes, gon' probably be on TV Move wrong while the tool long, I put your ass on Street Beat Repeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offender Park the whip, lay under houses, you move around with a stethoscope Arrested for a little vestiges to teach these pussy niggas 'bout stretchin' coke Bend the barrel with a 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 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 the hustle, probably die, 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 outchea chasin' paper Shipment just come in, drop work in Ponchatoula and Springfield Extended clip on the nine milli', a 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 time it's goin' vroom I listen to the radio, we on 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, sip 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 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 the hustle, probably die, 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 outchea chasin' paper