Swiff D - Paper Chasers lyrics

[Produced by Swiff D] [Intro] 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 sh** all that we don't f** around sh** I like this sh** man [Hook] Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shopping sprees Glock in my back pocket, already co*ked 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, b**h we out here chasing paper [Verse 1] At the Paul Inn with the Tech 9, no bandana, no gloves on Long kiss, goodnight my n***a, but we ain't makin' no love song This bullsh** you sold me got Inisotol no soda on it I straight dropped and lost 20 grams like what the f** is you smokin' homie Red Camaro, white rally stripes, gon' probably be on TV Move wrong while the tool on, I'll put your a** 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 p**y n***as '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, b**h say she from Michigan [Hook] [Verse 2] 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** 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 n***a 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 c**aine, 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 [Hook]