Kevin Gates - Paper Chasers lyrics

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 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 gon' be alright
Ain't no sleep tonight
Bitch we out here chasing paper

At the Paul Inn 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
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'll put your ass on Street Beat
Repeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offender
Park the whip, lay under houses
Hear you moving 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 interesting
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
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 chasing 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' vrroommm
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

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 gon' be alright
Ain't no sleep tonight
Bitch we out here chasing paper