I just asked God why he called for Troup
When its time to ride, if you love em, nigga, prove it
You know all your lil niggas gon shoot shit up for you
I thought Ive seen a ghost, because your son look like your food
King Troup
Action
I hop out, Im dabbin I hop out, Im 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
Im cold as the North fuckin Pole
I came a long way from the stove
I hop in the foreign, go slow
Iced out, aint 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 Im 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 its nasty
They couldve freed him, cause he grew up with no daddy
But instead they took his family and did him badly
Aint gettin no fucker, we were savage
Gotta counter from the cup and thats all they had
They also knew that lil nigga didnt have a wagon
Damn
Action
I hop out, Im dabbin I hop out, Im 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
Im cold as the North fuckin Pole
I came a long way from the stove
I hop in the foreign, go slow
Iced out, aint 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 niggas old lady
Keep em mad and thats 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, Im dabbin I hop out, Im 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
Im cold as the North fuckin Pole
I came a long way from the stove
I hop in the foreign, go slow
Iced out, aint 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