kevin gates Paper Chasers song lyrics

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

Next hit? 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 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 nice? no soda on it

I straight dropped and lost 20 grams like what the fuck is you smokin' homie

Red Camaro, white racing 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? 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

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 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

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 outchea chasin' paper