Lyrics Trained To Go (feat. Ninadachris, MTR Murds & TTB Fredo) - Explicit Content Productions

I just keep my nina, i'm trained to go
Call up TTB, he trained to blow
I call up big murds to take his soul
I got real street hittas, they'll wipe a nigga nose
I just keep my nina, i'm trained to go
Call up TTB, he trained to blow
I call up big murds to take his soul
I got real street hittas, they'll wipe a nigga nose

I'm a big nigga, but these bullets bigger
Leave a nigga at the light, and make it home in time for dinner
Please forgive me for my sins, lord I know that i'm a sinner
Let these niggas disrespect, and I'll be hit up be remembered
That's on your dead nigga, I ain't ran from shit you niggas ain't hard
Pull up, let it roar and get away it sound like racecars
I heard they momma cryin' in the moment as the tec sparked
It's about who get's the up's, could give a fuck who got the best heart
Heard he talkin' to the feds, that's the shit that get you stretched
556 come out this barrel, it's going straight right through your chest
He woke up and got burnt up, I know he wish he stood in bed
Give a fuck about your vest, this green eye pointed at your head
From out west, to over east, all the way out to the bello's
We been out here slanging pain, and makin' noise just like a cello
If I walk up and spark his jaw, no I won't greet you with a hello
All my soldiers trained to blow, its spazzout gang until the world blow

I just keep my nina, i'm trained to go
Call up TTB, he trained to blow
I call up big murds to take his soul
I got real street hittas, they'll wipe a nigga nose
I just keep my nina, i'm trained to go
Call up TTB, he trained to blow
I call up big murds to take his soul
I got real street hittas, they'll wipe a nigga nose

He turned to a track star, when I started dumpin'
He said he patchez blank, boy that little nigga bluffin'
762's and nina shells, they gon get to dumpin'
They said they gon kill me, boy the suckers really frontin'
I'm 10 toes to my grave, and that's on my soul
Hit the pad, brodie seen it in my eyes I took his soul
Felt like I was headed to that cell but next day out i'm going
Lil brodie felt like ridin' so my lil brodie rolled
I'm turnt up in the city, and these pussies hate me
A couple bands for the job, I had them niggas pay me
You hit my line on that fuck shit, imma do you gravy
Talkin' out your neck, get put to rest and that's on my baby
BG, Bird gang bitch i'm true to that
Suckers in this wood, bitch I stay getting gassed
Don't bring that bitch up in the trap unless she throwin' ass
Big 4-0, do you dummy
It ain't kickin' back nigga

I just keep my nina, i'm trained to go
Call up TTB, he trained to blow
I call up big murds to take his soul
I got real street hittas, they'll wipe a nigga nose
I just keep my nina, i'm trained to go
Call up TTB, he trained to blow
I call up big murds to take his soul
I got real street hittas, they'll wipe a nigga nose