Lyrics TTG [Trained To Go] - feat. French Montana, YG Hootie, Joe Moses & Baby Bomb [Explicit Album Version] - Waka Flocka Flame

All my niggas T.T.G. they trained to go shawty
Kick a door shawty
Lay down on da floor shawty
Trained to go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread
Rob so many niggas I got a ticket on my head
All my niggas T.T.G. they trained to go shawty
Kick a door shawty
Lay down on da floor shawty
Trained to go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread
Rob so many niggas I got a ticket on my head
New boy on tha block, so you know my pistol jerkin'
You got weed, soft or pills, fucker is you workin'?
Bank account hurtin' so you know a nigga robbin'
Don't got a job they finished school so what's tha option?
Lay that nigga down, AK or that 40 round
Pills and weed got me higher than Bobby Brown (Rollin')
T.T.G. ho, (ho) trained to go ho (ho)
Lay down on the floor or bring to the door ho
All my niggas in this City trained to go shawty (go shawty)
I got a old 40, with like four bodies on it (bodies on it)
Twerk, puttin' niggas in the dirt (dirt)
Any means necessary, make her work (work)
Montana got that twerk, twerk, twerk
35 for tha shirt (shirt)
If you need a nigga hit me on tha chirp (chirp)
And you know I got that dough shawty. (dough shawty)
I be pimpin, got them bitches on the go shawty
I'mma shooter like Chris Paul
Bitch we hittin licks (lick)
Find me when you found me
I ain't finished school, grindin' with my Tommy
4-5 that's my blondie, that's my bitch nigga (nigga)
I'm from West Side Compton, that's my blick nigga
Me and Flockaveli, bitch I'm sensin' like I'm belly
They be by my celly, flip them bitches at the telly
Trained to go nigga, I rob a nigga
Straight drag a nigga, that's yo ass nigga
What they know about me
All black mask and a all black tee
All black bitch in the black V
Out in the A with Waka Flocka
French Montana, got that block-uh-blocka
20 all out on that talk-a-Flocka
Flag on the right that's soo-woo bitch
I don't give a fuck about what you did
J-O-E I run this shit
Hootie and Joe that's the Bricksquad West
Shooting for the head, you can wear your vest
Tat on my chest, I rep that west
5-0-4 I rep that ness
4-5 homie I keep that tech
Dogs on code I keep my pets
A-O-B I rep that set
Guess who's in the building
Flipped few bricks, now I'm up a quarter-million
Just tryin' to feed my children
Knock a nigga's brain (brain)
Snatch a nigga's chain (chain)
Love them ratchet bitches
They love to give me brain
So-so much blow, it's driving me insane
Haters have no choice, they tell 'em Gotti do his thang
Disrespect that clique, eat a two-piece with the Flame
I'm reppin off that East Side, ain't never been a lame
I'm Baby Bomb (Ay) x10