
TTG (Trained to Go) Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Baby Bomb, French Montana, Joe Moses, Suge Gotti & YG Hootie)
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[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
All my niggas TTG, they trained to go, shawty
Kick a door, shawty, lay down on the floor, shawty
Trained to go, shawty, I'm all about that fucking bread
Robbed so many niggas, I got a ticket on my head
All my niggas TTG, they trained to go, shawty
Kick a door, shawty, lay down on the floor, shawty
Trained to go, shawty, I'm all about that fucking bread
Robbed so many niggas, I got a ticket on my head
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
New boy on the block, so you know my pistol jerking
You got weed, soft, or pills, fucker, is you working?
Bank account hurting, so you know a nigga robbing
Don't got a job, they finished school, so what's the option?
Lay that nigga down, AK or that 40 round
Pills and weed got me higher than Bobby Brown (Rollin')
T.T.G. hoe, trained to go, hoe
Lay down on the floor or bring it to the door, hoe
[Verse 2: French Montana]
All my niggas in this city trained to go, shawty
I got a old 40 with like four bodies on it
Twerk, putting niggas in the dirt
Any means necessary, make her work
Montana got that twerk, twerk, twerk, 35 for the shirt
If you need a nigga, hit me on the Chirp
And you know I got that dough, shawty
I be pimping, got them bitches on the go, shawty
I'ma shooter like Chris Paul
All my niggas TTG, they trained to go, shawty
Kick a door, shawty, lay down on the floor, shawty
Trained to go, shawty, I'm all about that fucking bread
Robbed so many niggas, I got a ticket on my head
All my niggas TTG, they trained to go, shawty
Kick a door, shawty, lay down on the floor, shawty
Trained to go, shawty, I'm all about that fucking bread
Robbed so many niggas, I got a ticket on my head
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
New boy on the block, so you know my pistol jerking
You got weed, soft, or pills, fucker, is you working?
Bank account hurting, so you know a nigga robbing
Don't got a job, they finished school, so what's the option?
Lay that nigga down, AK or that 40 round
Pills and weed got me higher than Bobby Brown (Rollin')
T.T.G. hoe, trained to go, hoe
Lay down on the floor or bring it to the door, hoe
[Verse 2: French Montana]
All my niggas in this city trained to go, shawty
I got a old 40 with like four bodies on it
Twerk, putting niggas in the dirt
Any means necessary, make her work
Montana got that twerk, twerk, twerk, 35 for the shirt
If you need a nigga, hit me on the Chirp
And you know I got that dough, shawty
I be pimping, got them bitches on the go, shawty
I'ma shooter like Chris Paul
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