(Intro)
The legendary DJ Scream
The legendary Gucci Mane

The young legend DJ Spinz
And this Trap God 2 ^!$$%


I guess run cool you a game but you just a $#&@in 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 %#@! to you ^!$$%)
I spent half of my life ^!$$% sellin crack cocaine
(? in this %#@! ^!$$%)


(Verse)
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 !@#$ 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 (*##$ 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 ^!$$%s but I'm good with (*##$es
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'mma put her with all my flows


(Hook)
Talk a (*##$, drag a (*##$ so bad I need a damn cover

Pill ^!$$%s ain't turning %#@! 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 (*##$, drag a (*##$ so bad I need a damn cover
Pimp, money turnin don't %#@! 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)

Hit the club on Clinton Hill but yea I got them 30 dollars
Drag a (*##$ so bad I need a !@#$ dog collar
Pull up in 3 Phantoms like I'm crib flow damn dollars

And if your (*##$ 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 (*##$ cuz 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 !@#$ and a rider

If this Rollie keep it rolling, for Wale I holy moly
I'm golden, coming gold deep
Can't remember these $#&@ ^!$$%s homey

I'm a young ^!$$% but I OG
I'm bout to turn these to the old me
And no OC, I could OD cuz 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 ^!$$% and don't give a damn about the police


(Hook)
Talk a (*##$, drag a (*##$ so bad I need a damn cover
Pill ^!$$%s ain't turning %#@! 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 (*##$, drag a (*##$ so bad I need a damn cover

Pimp, money turnin don't %#@! 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