Scholar Gucci Mane

[Verse 1]
I could sprinkle you with game, but you just too fuckin' lame
I can put you up on something, but you still wouldn’t learn nothing
You know the game is to be sold mane, and not for you lames mane
I spent half of my life nigga sellin' crack cocaine
I’m a victim of the dope game, I don’t like to name names
I don’t like to name drop, I just like cocaine drops
All I do is drop tops, man I’m so god damn hot
If you got a old car, then go get a new one
If you don’t got no strap, go and get you two guns
Got a bitch so fine with me, she make me want 2 sons
I told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever Use A Coupon
Baby got that slow dome, my trap like a group home
I’m bad with niggas, but I’m good with bitches
Man Gucci Mane, so superstitious
Rag to riches, no pot to piss in
Three years goin' I ain’t seen no Christmas
Six months goin' I ain’t seein' no drought
Work so good they don’t ever get slow
Burglar bar doors on all my houses
I’mma put hardwood on all of my floors

[Hook]
Dog a bitch, drag a bitch, so bad I need a damn collar
Pimp nigga, ain’t turnin' shit down but my damn collar
Police pointin' at me, tryna snag me by my damn collar
Gucci Mane ain’t never graduate but I’m a trap scholar
Dog a bitch, drag a bitch so bad I need a damn collar
Pimp nigga, I ain't turnin' down 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