I’m Made Pastor Troy

[Intro]
Uh-huh (I didn't wanna do them niggas like this)
Huh, uh-huh! (I didn't even wanna do them niggas like this)
Uh-huh, come on! (Hey yo, hey yo)
Uh-huh, come on! (Hold up, hold up, DSGB in this motherfucker, nigga)
Uh-huh, come on! (Representin' this shit one time)
Uh-huh, come on! (Huh, this gangsta shit, nigga)
Uh-huh, come on! (ATL, ho)
Come on, let 'em know!

[Verse 1]
Introduction to a lunatic (come on)...huh, y'all playing (come on)
Got AK's for the stupid shit (come on)...huh
And that's all I'm saying (come on!)
Yeah, laying low, bag of dro', smoking heavily (uh-huh)
Carl Mo dropped the muthafuckin melody (well uh-huh)
Y'all don't wanna get this thing crunked up (uh-huh)
I got my pistol in my gut, nigga what! (uh-huh)
Low on paper, so these haters I'm 'bout maxed out (uh-huh)
I approach 'em they don't know what I'm talking 'bout (well uh-huh)
"Naw Troy, I don't understand
I tried to warn all them niggas that you the man" (well, uh-huh)
I'm making money, I'm country, and roll with felons (uh-huh)
You talking 'bout shit real, bitch, who ya telling? (well, uh-huh)
Temperature (???) like a code red (come on!)
And I ain't' grinning till you muthafuckin dead (come on!)
Who scared?