King TROUP

I just asked God why he called for Troup

When it's time to ride, if you love 'em, nigga, prove it

You know all your lil' niggas gon' shoot shit up for you

I thought I've seen a ghost, because your son look like your food

King Troup

Action

I hop out, I'm dabbin' (I hop out, I'm dabbin')

My old lady classy (my old lady classy)

We onto this fashion (we onto this fashion)

My coupe sit on dabs (my coupe sit on dabs)

Hop out with a bad bitch (hop out with a bad bitch)

My faculty braggin' (my faculty braggin')

My briefs, they high fashion

She naked, I walk through the door

I promise, I promise she know

I pour up a four and got more

I'm cold as the North fuckin' Pole

I came a long way from the stove

I hop in the foreign, go slow

Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh

I just beat the case

I hopped out the Benz

I just fucked some twins

I had to end it

I hopped out again

Fucked up in the brain

Got drank in my cup

I drink lean like I'm Kirko Bangz

From ashy to classy

Keep up with my ice and my fashion

I take care of my kid with a passion

I pray to God that they stay happy

Lil Roscoe, he see where it's nasty

They could've freed him, 'cause he grew up with no daddy

But instead they took his family and did him badly

Ain't gettin' no fucker, we were savage

Gotta counter from the cup and that's all they had

They also knew that lil' nigga didn't have a wagon

Damn

Action

I hop out, I'm dabbin' (I hop out, I'm dabbin')

My old lady classy (my old lady classy)

We onto this fashion (we onto this fashion)

My coupe sit on dabs (my coupe sit on dabs)

Hop out with a bad bitch (hop out with a bad bitch)

My faculty braggin' (my faculty braggin')

My briefs, they high fashion

She naked, I walk through the door

I promise, I promise she know

I pour up a four and die more

I'm cold as the North fuckin' Pole

I came a long way from the stove

I hop in the foreign, go slow

Iced out, ain't no time in it, oh oh oh

Stop it, stop the killin'

We, we get millions

We together, get the cheddar (get them racks)

Fuck them niggas, keep 'em for real

Let 'em have it (let 'em have it)

Ask God for forgiveness for them babies

You know slimes with it, baby, baby

Stack them racks up to the ceiling, hey, hey

Fuck you a nigga's old lady

Keep 'em mad and that's how you know you doin' good

Keep embarrassin' them with racks that look like books

On some Fendi, with these bitches

I need me a real one, I need commitment, where ya at?

Action

I hop out, I'm dabbin' (I hop out, I'm dabbin')

My old lady classy (my old lady classy)

We onto this fashion (we onto this fashion)

My coupe sit on dabs (my coupe sit on dabs)

Hop out with a bad bitch (hop out with a bad bitch)

My faculty braggin' (my faculty braggin')

My briefs, they high fashion (Versace)

She naked, I walk through the door

I promise, I promise she know

I pour up a four and die more

I'm cold as the North fuckin' Pole

I came a long way from the stove

I hop in the foreign, go slow

Iced out, ain't no time in it oh, oh oh oh

She know it, she know it

She know it, she know it

She know it, she know it

She know it, yeah she know it

She know it

She know it

She know it, know it, know it, know it, know it, know it

King Troup