Paper Chasers

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, you're moving round with the stethoscope

Arrested for 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

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' brroommm

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