D0n.J - Scholars (feat. Lucky SVN)

Peep how my shit pop
I may be way too high for this
My head in the clouds I ain't coming down
Your bitch content with that
Throw her on the track like where your stop at
I peep all the purpin' and the flexing you best stop that
We make house calls bet I pull up where your pops at
Bitch I'm from the trenches
Bitch I'm out the trenches
Woady won't play with that rent yea
I'm working my wrist like a gymnast
I'm whipping me up a toddler
Bitch say wasup to my dick
I'm on facetime with a scholar
Peep how my shit pop
I may be way too high for this
Told my bitch blow the dick like a flute
I'm high off this earth bitch how are you
And we kick it she like my karate moves
She do what I want too
Look how I control her
Voodoo
Lil bitch I'm Wayne Gretzky
She say my neck on freeze
But my heart colder
Bitch I'm harder than a boulder
Whipping babies for the stroller
And your baby mom a roller
But you think she bad as can be
Ass phat stupid stack
Yea that shit something to see
But that ain't bout nothing lil bitty
Purp and I hope out a vic
Bitch don't get wet
I'ma post up for the neck
Bitch you took too long i up and left
On to the next bitch
East shot just like a lay up
I got your bitch on her knees
Just like she saying her prayers
Bitch I'm from the trenches
Bitch I'm out the trenches
Woady won't play with that rent yea
I'm working my wrist like a gymnast
I'm whipping me up a toddler
Bitch say wasup to my dick
I'm on facetime with a scholar
Aye trick bet she blocking like Ibaka
And I need you to stop her
Aye yo Brodie can you cop her
She told me earlier that she was tryna treat me proper
But her mother got me first plus she gave me a better offer
She catch me at the crib she might have to call my poppa
Pop the glock protect my block or risk

Written by:
Don'Tray Jenkins, Fari Hill Lopez

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