[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 sixes and all old shit
That all that we-don't-fuck-around shit
I like this shit, man

[Chorus]
Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shoppin' 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 a hustler, probably die a 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 chasin' paper

[Verse 1]
At the Paul Inn with the TEC-9, no bandana, no gloves on
Long kiss, goodnight my n***a, but we ain't makin' no love song
This bullshit you sold me got Inisotol, no soda on it
I straight dropped and lost twenty 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 movin' round with the stethoscope
Arrested for a little vestiges to teach these pussy 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 interestin', bitch say she from Michigan
[Chorus]
Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shoppin' 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 a hustler, probably die a 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 chasin' paper

[Verse 2]
Shipment just come in, drop work in Ponchatoula and Springfield
Extended clip, on the nine milli', 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 n***a like me in your life
Grind times, goin', "Vroom"
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
[Chorus]
Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shoppin' 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 a hustler, probably die a 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 chasin' paper