Scholar

[Intro:]

The legendary DJ Scream

The legendary Gucci Mane

The young legend DJ Spinz

And this Trap God 2 nigga

I guess run cool you a game but you just a fuckin lame

I can put you up on something but you still wouldn't lie or nothing

You know the game is to be sold man, pull up fore you lames might

(Can't just give that shit to you nigga)

I spent half of my life nigga sellin crack cocaine

(... in this shit nigga)

[Verse 1:]

I'm a victim of the dop game, I don't like the 9-9

I don't like the main drop, I just like cocaine drop

All I do is drop top, man I'm so goddamn hot

If you got a old car then go get a new one

If you don't got no script go and get yo 2 gun

Got a bitch so fine with me, she make me wanna do some

I told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever, you's a kill throwin

Baby got that slow tone, my trap like a group home

I'm bad with niggas but I'm good with bitches

Language of man, sound superstitious

I like the riches, no pot to piss in

Three years going I ain't seen no Christmas

Six months going I ain't seein no drop

Work do good they don't ever get slow

Putting bar doors on all my houses

I'm a put her with all my flows

[Hook:]

Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover

Pill niggas ain't turning shit down but my damn collar

Police wouldn't let me tryina stand here by my damn collar

Gucci Mane ain't never graduate but I'm a trap scholar

Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover

Pimp, money turnin don't shit but my damn collar

Police man be chasin, wanna grab me by my damn collar

Gucci Mane didn't graduate, but guess what, I'm a trap scholar

[Verse 2:]

Hit the club on Clinton Hill but yea I got them 30 dollars

Drag a bitch so bad I need a goddamn dog collar

Pull up in 3 Phantoms like I'm crib flow damn dollars

And if your bitch with me, no need to call, don't even bother

Limpin, screamin, pimpin, turn my trap to a damn brothel

Need these pieces on my Charger, tryna dodge every pothole

You ain't gotta worry bout yo bitch cause yo boys got er

Said she want some dick, then guess what she gon get a whole lotta

Nothing but I think I need a goddamn and a rider

If this Rollie keep it rolling, for Wale I holy moly

I'm golden, coming gold deep

Can't remember these fuck niggas homey

I'm a young nigga but I OG

I'm bout to turn these to the old me

And no OC, I could OD cause I drink so much damn codeine

I'm solo, no codeine

And these mackin letters of my homey

Don't bump, I ain't talkin bout mollies

Have more paint talkin bout coffee

I don't give a damn about you nigga and don't give a damn about the police

[Hook:]

Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover

Pill niggas ain't turning shit down but my damn collar

Police wouldn't let me tryina stand here by my damn collar

Gucci Mane ain't never graduate but I'm a trap scholar

Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover

Pimp, money turnin don't shit but my damn collar

Police man be chasin, wanna grab me by my damn collar

Gucci Mane didn't graduate, but guess what, I'm a trap scholar