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 I seen a ghost because your son look like you, fool
King Troup
Action 
I hop out, Im dabbin 
My old lady classy 
We on to this fashion 
My coupe sittin on Davins 
Hop out with a bad bitch 
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
Oh-oh-oh
Thugga!
I just beat the case 
I hopped out the Benz 
I just fucked some twins 
Had the jewelry in 
I hopped out again 
Pulled up in the Range 
Got drank in my cup 
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 sleep where its nasty 
They couldve freed him cause he grew up with no daddy 
But instead, they took advantage and did him badly 
Aint give no fucks cause we were saddened
Got a camera from the club and thats all they had 
They also knew that lil nigga didnt have a wagon 
Damn
Action 
I hop out, Im dabbin 
My old lady classy 
We onto this fashion 
My coupe sittin on Davins 
Hop out with a bad bitch 
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
Oh-oh-oh
Stop it , stop the killin 
We , we get millions 
We together , get the cheddar 
Fuck them niggas 
Keep a Beretta 
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 
Im so finished 
With these bitches 
I need me a real one 
I need commitment 
Action
I hop out, Im dabbin 
My old lady classy 
We onto this fashion 
My coupe sittin on Davins 
Hop out with a bad bitch 
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
Oh-oh-oh
She know it, she know it
She know it, yah, she know it
She know it, she know-oh
She know it, yeah, she know it
She know it
She know it, yeah-ayy
She know it, know it, know it, know it, know it, know it
King Troup