Kevin Gates - Paper Chasers Lyrics

I'ma let you hear the other one after I do this
I'ma let you hear the one, you know the 6's and all that old shit
That we don't f*ck around shit
I like this shit, man

Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shopping sprees
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked, okay, I'm clockin' cheese
Trap 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

Hate to fall in with a 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 it, lost 20 grams, like what the f*ck 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 move 'round with the stethoscope
Arrested for a little vestiges, 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

Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shopping sprees
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked, okay, I'm clockin' cheese
Trap 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

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 f*ck 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'll need a nigga like me in your life
Drive time it's goin' vrroom
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 songs, 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 shopping sprees
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked, okay, I'm clockin' cheese
Trap 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