Gucci Mane - Cowards & Soldiers lyrics

[Verse 1] My trap house chill like Morehouse I got n***as all around it But yo trap like a who*e house probly in there cooking brownies Spell me, spell me, ain't nothing you can tell them My goons all trained to go but you squad more p**y then Spellman We stomp you like the Q-Dogs aka Alpha Kappa Gambling with a poolshark find your body after later College campus kush pack, three blunts make the party start Don't make me start burning kush then start burning your body parts Zone 6 still ma I'm a model, I'm valedictorian Girl just broke up with me say I f**ed the whole sorority Retarted all the time I was bumpin' and choppin' authority Tell it to my nine, 'cause you b**h n***as be boring me [Hook] He's got made for teenagers scary you can't join But if you have the heart we can link up and have fun They drink up all of the f** if the lockers were made of bud 'Cause these cowards die as a thousand and soldiers they die as one You know it's what these b**hes in Atlanta keep goin' Don't keep up the security we see 'em we keep blowin' No glory for the team with scarce money and no guns 'Cause a coward die as a thousand and soldiers they die as one [Verse 2] I empty out the clip, believe me that's not a myth I murk you on the scrifin' one question I plead the fifth Your kush pack and my c**aine whiter than Taylor swift And they tailor make my bread and dine collar costs me a grip I'm cleaner than a whistle black diamonds matchin' my pistols So beefin' with me n***a best keep yo head on a swivel Quarter ticket every week and you dig it that's how I kick it So you can leave the money and you can have all the b**hes Pardon my apology rappers these days not as hard as me Avoiding me that's obviously cause they know they just frosted me I brought to me you softer than Charmin and that's not hard to see I own the street every beat that I spit on my fans applauded me [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm back in the Maybach I'm blowin Kush in the back Eight thousand dollars for the set, time to roll me another fat The police pull me over they think of gon' catch a trap Don't know it's only personal uses what's up with that My wrist and knicks so rocksy I'm choppin' game up with Terrance (BURR) I'm worn all 6 import talkin' co*kin' thanks to my parents (BURR) You strippers seen 10K worth of singles they squeeze they nipples I tempt one till she twiddle and that's a b**h 'till she cripple I keep word to a minimal rappers now wanna hush I got to say too much 'cause my j**elry can't says enough (BURR) I'm keep 'em up that's why you n***as ain't deep enough You say you poppin' deep dish yo pockets ain't deep enough [Hook]