Paper Chasers

I'ma let you hear that other one after I do this

I'ma let you hear that one, you know

Those sixes and all of those shit that 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 out here chasin' paper

Hate to fall in with the Tec-9, no bandana, no gloves on

Long kiss good night, my ****, but we ain't makin' no love song

This bullshit you sold me, got 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 on, I 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 **** 'bout stretchin' coke

Payin' the bills 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 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 out here chasin' paper

Shipment just come in, drop work in Ponchatoula and Springfield

Extended clip on the 9 milli', a lot of hollow tips, no refill

Imagine how the fuck we feel, in the wintertime, no heat here

I sleep here, all my smokers beg, bum, and borrow for free beer

And we feel, you need a **** like me in your life

Grind time'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 with light 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 out here chasin' paper