Chords for Kevin Gates - Paper Chasers [Official Music Video]
Tempo:
70.95 bpm
Chords used:
Am
A
Em
F
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
I'm gonna let you hear that other one after I do this.
[Em] I'm gonna let you hear that one you know that [F] sixes and all of that [G] shit that won't fuck around shit.
[Am]
Cocaine rocking, chopping off, I'm probably going on shopping sprees.
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked, okay I'm popping [A] cheese.
Strapped up, all the engines in the trenches, all the alleyways.
Had to say, each and every day we grabbing paper.
Live or hustle, probably die, gangsta and et cetera.
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep calling my [Am] sailor.
It's the gang and we know this life, we gonna be alright.
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper.
I'm Paul A, with a Tech-9, no bandana, no gloves on.
Long kiss, goodnight my nigga, but we ain't making no love songs.
This bullshit, you sold me, got a nice car, no soda on it.
I straight dropped it, lost 20 grams, like what the fuck is you smoking homie?
Red command, white radish stripes, gonna probably be on TV.
[A] Move wrong [Am] while the fool long, I'll put your ass on street beat.
Repeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offender.
Park the wheel, play under house, see you moving around [Dm] with your gun and skull.
Arrested for a look, let's teach these pussy niggas about striking cold.
[F] Pin the bed [G] with the shade, got lights, say hello to my little friend.
[Em] She got mad at Texas, called down here for school, [Am] not visiting.
Say, how's the vibe, I can't interest [A] him.
Bitch, we see from Michigan, girl.
Hooking up and chopping off a private, going on shopping sprees.
Glocking my back, cock it already, cocked, okay I'm popping cheese.
Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all the [Am] alleyways.
Had to say, each and every day we grabbing paper.
[A] Mental hospital, probably dying, gangsta and et cetera.
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep calling my cellular.
[Am] It's the game, and we know this life, we gonna be alright.
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch, we out here chasing paper.
Shit man, just come in, drop work in, Ponchatoula in Springfield.
Extend the clip on a 9 mil, a lot of holotips, no refill.
Imagine how the fuck we feel, in the wintertime, no heat here.
I sleep here, all my smokers, big bumming, born for free beer.
And we feel, you need a nigga like me in your life.
Drive time's going brutty, I listen to the radio.
We on fly, Shawty say she on my eat.
Swallow all in the grove, lines to the Dove game.
I [D] got strong type, I smoke cocaine.
This all the time, favorite old song, it's in the white lines.
[F] Got rich people, [G] snort white lines, whip light, wine and dinner parties.
[Em] I've been retarded, I leave a party.
People start to leave it like we the party.
Y'all can all go mention it, pockets full [A] of Benjamins.
Coke in my hand, chopping off a profit, going on shopping sprees.
Glock in my [Am] back pocket, already got cocaine, I'm rocking.
[Em] I'm gonna let you hear that one you know that [F] sixes and all of that [G] shit that won't fuck around shit.
[Am]
Cocaine rocking, chopping off, I'm probably going on shopping sprees.
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked, okay I'm popping [A] cheese.
Strapped up, all the engines in the trenches, all the alleyways.
Had to say, each and every day we grabbing paper.
Live or hustle, probably die, gangsta and et cetera.
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep calling my [Am] sailor.
It's the gang and we know this life, we gonna be alright.
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper.
I'm Paul A, with a Tech-9, no bandana, no gloves on.
Long kiss, goodnight my nigga, but we ain't making no love songs.
This bullshit, you sold me, got a nice car, no soda on it.
I straight dropped it, lost 20 grams, like what the fuck is you smoking homie?
Red command, white radish stripes, gonna probably be on TV.
[A] Move wrong [Am] while the fool long, I'll put your ass on street beat.
Repeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offender.
Park the wheel, play under house, see you moving around [Dm] with your gun and skull.
Arrested for a look, let's teach these pussy niggas about striking cold.
[F] Pin the bed [G] with the shade, got lights, say hello to my little friend.
[Em] She got mad at Texas, called down here for school, [Am] not visiting.
Say, how's the vibe, I can't interest [A] him.
Bitch, we see from Michigan, girl.
Hooking up and chopping off a private, going on shopping sprees.
Glocking my back, cock it already, cocked, okay I'm popping cheese.
Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all the [Am] alleyways.
Had to say, each and every day we grabbing paper.
[A] Mental hospital, probably dying, gangsta and et cetera.
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep calling my cellular.
[Am] It's the game, and we know this life, we gonna be alright.
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch, we out here chasing paper.
Shit man, just come in, drop work in, Ponchatoula in Springfield.
Extend the clip on a 9 mil, a lot of holotips, no refill.
Imagine how the fuck we feel, in the wintertime, no heat here.
I sleep here, all my smokers, big bumming, born for free beer.
And we feel, you need a nigga like me in your life.
Drive time's going brutty, I listen to the radio.
We on fly, Shawty say she on my eat.
Swallow all in the grove, lines to the Dove game.
I [D] got strong type, I smoke cocaine.
This all the time, favorite old song, it's in the white lines.
[F] Got rich people, [G] snort white lines, whip light, wine and dinner parties.
[Em] I've been retarded, I leave a party.
People start to leave it like we the party.
Y'all can all go mention it, pockets full [A] of Benjamins.
Coke in my hand, chopping off a profit, going on shopping sprees.
Glock in my [Am] back pocket, already got cocaine, I'm rocking.
Key:
Am
A
Em
F
G
Am
A
Em
_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm gonna let you hear that other one after I do this.
[Em] I'm gonna let you hear that one you know that [F] sixes and all of that [G] shit that won't fuck around shit. _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cocaine rocking, chopping off, I'm probably going on shopping sprees.
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked, okay I'm popping [A] cheese.
Strapped up, all the engines in the trenches, all the alleyways.
Had to say, each and every day we grabbing paper.
Live or hustle, probably die, gangsta and et cetera.
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep calling my [Am] sailor.
It's the gang and we know this life, we gonna be alright.
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper.
I'm Paul A, with a Tech-9, no bandana, no gloves on.
Long kiss, goodnight my nigga, but we ain't making no love songs.
This bullshit, you sold me, got a nice car, no soda on it.
I straight dropped it, lost 20 grams, like what the fuck is you smoking homie?
Red command, white radish stripes, gonna probably be on TV.
[A] Move wrong [Am] while the fool long, I'll put your ass on street beat.
Repeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offender.
Park the wheel, play under house, see you moving around [Dm] with your gun and skull.
Arrested for a look, let's teach these pussy niggas about striking cold.
[F] Pin the bed [G] with the shade, got lights, say hello to my little friend.
[Em] She got mad at Texas, called down here for school, [Am] not visiting.
Say, how's the vibe, I can't interest [A] him.
Bitch, we see from Michigan, girl.
Hooking up and chopping off a private, going on shopping sprees.
Glocking my back, cock it already, cocked, okay I'm popping cheese.
Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all the [Am] alleyways.
Had to say, each and every day we grabbing paper.
[A] Mental hospital, probably dying, gangsta and et cetera.
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep calling my cellular.
[Am] It's the game, and we know this life, we gonna be alright.
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch, we out here chasing paper.
Shit man, just come in, drop work in, Ponchatoula in Springfield.
Extend the clip on a 9 mil, a lot of holotips, no refill.
Imagine how the fuck we feel, in the wintertime, no heat here.
I sleep here, all my smokers, big bumming, born for free beer.
And we feel, you need a nigga like me in your life.
Drive time's going brutty, I listen to the radio.
We on fly, Shawty say she on my eat.
Swallow all in the grove, lines to the Dove game.
I [D] got strong type, I smoke cocaine.
This all the time, favorite old song, it's in the white lines.
[F] Got rich people, [G] snort white lines, whip light, wine and dinner parties.
[Em] I've been retarded, I leave a party.
People start to leave it like we the party.
Y'all can all go mention it, pockets full [A] of Benjamins.
Coke in my hand, chopping off a profit, going on shopping sprees.
Glock in my [Am] back pocket, already got cocaine, I'm rocking.
[Em] I'm gonna let you hear that one you know that [F] sixes and all of that [G] shit that won't fuck around shit. _
[Am] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cocaine rocking, chopping off, I'm probably going on shopping sprees.
Glock in my back pocket, already cocked, okay I'm popping [A] cheese.
Strapped up, all the engines in the trenches, all the alleyways.
Had to say, each and every day we grabbing paper.
Live or hustle, probably die, gangsta and et cetera.
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep calling my [Am] sailor.
It's the gang and we know this life, we gonna be alright.
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch we out here chasing paper.
I'm Paul A, with a Tech-9, no bandana, no gloves on.
Long kiss, goodnight my nigga, but we ain't making no love songs.
This bullshit, you sold me, got a nice car, no soda on it.
I straight dropped it, lost 20 grams, like what the fuck is you smoking homie?
Red command, white radish stripes, gonna probably be on TV.
[A] Move wrong [Am] while the fool long, I'll put your ass on street beat.
Repeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offender.
Park the wheel, play under house, see you moving around [Dm] with your gun and skull.
Arrested for a look, let's teach these pussy niggas about striking cold.
[F] Pin the bed [G] with the shade, got lights, say hello to my little friend.
[Em] She got mad at Texas, called down here for school, [Am] not visiting.
Say, how's the vibe, I can't interest [A] him.
Bitch, we see from Michigan, girl.
Hooking up and chopping off a private, going on shopping sprees.
Glocking my back, cock it already, cocked, okay I'm popping cheese.
Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all the [Am] alleyways.
Had to say, each and every day we grabbing paper.
[A] Mental hospital, probably dying, gangsta and et cetera.
Sometime I can't take no break, they keep calling my cellular.
[Am] It's the game, and we know this life, we gonna be alright.
Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch, we out here chasing paper.
Shit man, just come in, drop work in, Ponchatoula in Springfield.
Extend the clip on a 9 mil, a lot of holotips, no refill.
Imagine how the fuck we feel, in the wintertime, no heat here.
I sleep here, all my smokers, big bumming, born for free beer.
And we feel, you need a nigga like me in your life.
Drive time's going brutty, I listen to the radio.
We on fly, Shawty say she on my eat.
Swallow all in the grove, lines to the Dove game.
I [D] got strong type, I smoke cocaine.
This all the time, favorite old song, it's in the white lines.
[F] Got rich people, [G] snort white lines, whip light, wine and dinner parties.
[Em] I've been retarded, I leave a party.
People start to leave it like we the party.
Y'all can all go mention it, pockets full [A] of Benjamins.
Coke in my hand, chopping off a profit, going on shopping sprees.
Glock in my [Am] back pocket, already got cocaine, I'm rocking.