scholar lyrics – gucci mane

[intro:]
the legendary dj scream
the legendary gucci mane
the young legend dj spinz
and this trap god 2 n*gg*

i guess run cool you a game but you just a f*ckin lame
i can put you up on something but you still wouldn’t learn nothing
you know the game is to be sold man, it not for you lames man
(can’t just give that sh*t to you n*gg*)
i spent half of my life n*gg* sellin crack cocaine
(… in this sh*t n*gg*)

[verse 1:]
i’m a victim of the dope game, i don’t like to name names
i don’t like the main drop, i just like cocaine drop
all i do is drop top, man i’m so godd*mn high
if you got a old car then go get a new one
if you don’t got no strap go and get yo 2 gun
got a b*tch so fine with me, she make me wanna do some
i told her baby call me mr. never ever use a coupon
baby got that slow tone, my trap like a group home
i’m bad with n*gg*s but i’m good with b*tches
man gucci mane so superst*tious
i like the riches, no pot to p*ss in
three years going i ain’t seen no christmas
six months going i ain’t seein no drop
work so good it don’t ever get slow
putting bar doors on all my houses
i’m a put hardwood on all my floors

[hook:]
talk a b*tch, drag a b*tch so bad i need a d*mn cover
pimp n*gg* ain’t turning sh*t down but my d*mn collar
police running at me tryna sn*tch me by my d*mn collar
gucci mane ain’t never graduate but i’m a trap scholar
talk a b*tch, drag a b*tch so bad i need a d*mn cover
pimp n*gg* ain’t turnin shut down but my d*mn collar
police man be chasin, wanna grab me by my d*mn collar
gucci mane didn’t graduate, but guess what, i’m a trap scholar

[verse 2:]
hit the club i’m clean as h*ll but yea i got them 30 dollars
drag a b*tch so bad i need a godd*mn dog collar
pull up in 3 phantoms like i’m crib flow d*mn dollars
and if your b*tch with me, no need to call, don’t even bother
limpin, screamin, pimpin, turn my trap to a d*mn brothel
need these pieces on my charger, tryna dodge every pothole
you ain’t gotta worry bout yo b*tch cause yo boys got er
said she want some d*ck, then guess what she gon get a whole lotta
nothing but i think i need a godd*mn el dorado
big face rollie keep it rolling, fore i leave ya holy moly
i’m golden, call me goldie
can’t none of these f*ck n*gg*s hold me
i’m a young n*gg* but a og
i’m about to turn me into the old me
and no oc, i could od cause i drink so much d*mn codeine
i’m solo, no codeine
and this mac11s my homie
i’m up ain’t talkin bout mollies
i’m up ain’t talkin bout coffee
i don’t give a d*mn about you n*gg* and don’t give a d*mn about the police

[hook:]
talk a b*tch, drag a b*tch so bad i need a d*mn cover
pimp n*gg*s ain’t turning sh*t down but my d*mn collar
police running at me tryna sn*tch me by my d*mn collar
gucci mane ain’t never graduate but i’m a trap scholar
talk a b*tch, drag a b*tch so bad i need a d*mn cover
pimp n*gg* ain’t turnin down sh*t but my d*mn collar
police man be chasin, wanna grab me by my d*mn collar
gucci mane didn’t graduate, but guess what, i’m a trap scholar

/ gucci mane lyrics