Scholar Lyrics Gucci Mane

Mixtape: Trap God 2

I guess run cool you a game but you just a fuckin' lame
I can put you up on somethin' but you still wouldn't lie or nothin'
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 dope game, I don't like the 9-5
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 scrill go and get your two guns
Got a bitch so fine with me, she make me wanna do somethin'
I told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever, you's a killer, 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 goin' I ain't seen no Christmas
Six months goin' I ain't seein no drop
Work do good they don't ever get slow
Puttin' barn doors on all my houses
I'mma put her with all my flows

Talk a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn cover
Pill niggas ain't turnin' shit down but my damn collar
Police wouldn't let me tryna 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 yeah I got them 30 dollars
Drag a bitch so bad I need a goddamn dog collar
Pull up in three 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 your bitch 'cause your boys got her
Said she want some dick, then guess what? She gon' get a whole lotta
Nothin', but I think I need a goddamn rider
If this Rollie keep it rollin', for Wale I holy moly
I'm golden, comin' gold deep
Can't remember these fuck niggas, homie
I'm a young nigga but I'm 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 company
And these mackin' letters of my homie
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


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