King TROUP (Explicit)

King TROUP (Explicit) - Young Thug

I just asked God why he called for Troup

When it's time to ride if you love 'em

Ni**a prove it

You know all your lil' niggas

Gon' shoot sh*t up for you

I thought I seen a ghost

Because your son look like you fool

King Troup

Action

I hop out I'm dabbin'

My old lady classy

We onto this fashion

My coupe sittin' on Davins

Hop out with a bad b**ch

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 f**kin' 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

I just beat the case

I hopped out the Benz

I just f**ked some twins

Had the jewelry in

I hopped out again

Pulled up in the Range

Got drank in my cup

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 sleep where it's nasty

They could've freed him

Cause he grew up with no daddy

But instead they took advantage and did him badly

Ain't give no f**ks cause we were saddened

Got a camera from the club and that's all they had

They also knew that lil' ni**a didn't have a wagon

Damn

Action

I hop out I'm dabbin'

My old lady classy

We onto this fashion

My coupe sittin' on Davins

Hop out with a bad b**ch

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 f**kin' 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

Stop it stop the killin'

We we get millions

We together get the cheddar

Get them racks

F**k 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

F**k you a ni**a's old lady

Keep 'em mad

And that's how you know you doin' good

Keep embarrassin' them with racks

That look like books

I'm so finished with these b**ches

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 sittin' on Davins

My coupe sittin' on Davins

Hop out with a bad b**ch

Hop out with a bad b**ch

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 f**kin' 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