ฟังเพลงPaper Chasers (Explicit)

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

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

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 and punch a tool out in 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 gonn be alright

Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch

we outchea chasin paper.

Paper Chasers - Kevin Gates