[Intro]
I’ma let you hear that other one after I do this
Next hit I want, you know that 6’s and all of that shit what fuck around shit
I like this shit man
[Hook]
Coke and rock and choppin off em, private goin on shopping 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 gonn be alright
Ain’t no sleep tonight, bitch we outchea chasin paper
They can 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 nice tod no soda on it
I straight dropped and lost 20 grams like what the fuck is you smokin homie
Red Camaro, white racing stripes, gonn 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’re moving wrong with the stethoscope
Arrested for lil best stratege these pussy niggas ’bout stretchin coke
Bend the barrel with a machine gun, like, Say hello to my little friend
She come in Texaco, down here for school, not visitin
Say it’s about to get interestin bitch say she from Michigan
[Hook]
Coke and rock and choppin off em, private goin on shopping 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 gonn 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 be bummin bars for free beer
And we fear, you’ll meet a nigga like me in your life
Grind time it’s goin brrmmm
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 all summer, title white lines
Watch rich people snort white lines, sip white wine at dinner parties
Been retarded, I leave a party
People start to leave like we the party
Thuggin on, don’t mention it
Pockets full of Benjamins
[Hook]
Coke and rock and choppin off em, private goin on shopping 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 gonn be alright
Ain’t no sleep tonight, bitch we outchea chasin paper.
Thanks to Lauren Black huck9897bones@yahoo.com for submitting Paper Chasers Lyrics.
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