French Montana - T.T.G. (Trained To Go) lyrics

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] All my n***as 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 f**in' bread Rob so many n***as I got a ticket on my head All my n***as 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 f**in' bread Rob so many n***as I got a ticket on my head [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] New boy on tha block, so you know my pistol jerkin' You got weed, soft or pills, f**er is you workin'? Bank account hurtin' so you know a n***a robbin' Don't got a job they finished school so what's tha option? Lay that n***a 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 [Verse 2: French Montana] All my n***as 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' n***as 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 n***a hit me on tha chirp (chirp) And you know I got that dough shawty. (dough shawty) I be pimpin, got them b**hes on the go shawty I'mma shooter like Chris Paul [Hook] [Verse 3: YG Hootie] b**h 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 b**h n***a (n***a) I'm from West Side Compton, that's my blick n***a Me and Flockaveli, b**h I'm sensin' like I'm belly They be by my celly, flip them b**hes at the telly Trained to go n***a, I rob a n***a Straight drag a n***a, that's yo a** n***a [Verse 4: Joe Moses] What they know about me All black mask and a all black tee All black b**h 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 b**h I don't give a f** about what you did J-O-E I run this sh** 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 [Hook] [Verse 5: Baby Bomb] Guess who's in the building Flipped few bricks, now I'm up a quarter-million Just tryin' to feed my children Knock a n***a's brain (brain) Snatch a n***a's chain (chain) Love them ratchet b**hes 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 [Hook]