Listen to TTG (Trained to Go) [feat. French Montana, YG Hootie, Joe Moses & Baby Bomb] by Waka Flocka Flame

TTG (Trained to Go) [feat. French Montana, YG Hootie, Joe Moses & Baby Bomb]

Waka Flocka Flame

Hip-Hop/Rap

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Baby Bomb

Vocals

French Montana

Vocals

Joe Moses

Vocals

YG Hootie

Vocals

Waka Flocka Flame

Waka Flocka Flame

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Joe Moses

Songwriter

J. Malphurs

Songwriter

Karim Kharbouch

Karim Kharbouch

Songwriter

Angelo Walker

Songwriter

Lamar Joseph

Songwriter

Lexus Arnel Lewis

Lexus Arnel Lewis

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Finis "KY" White

Finis "KY" White

Mixing Engineer

Debra Antney

Executive Producer

Lex Luger

Producer

Colin Leonard

Mastering Engineer

J. Malphurs

Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

All my **** 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 ****, I got a ticket on my head

All my **** 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 ****, I got a ticket on my head

[Verse 2]

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 **** robbing

Don't got a job, they finished school, so what's the option?

Lay that **** down, AK or the 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 3]

All my **** in this city trained to go, shawty

I got a old 40 with like four bodies on it

Twerk, putting **** in the dirt

Any means necessary, make her work

Montana got that twerk, twerk, twerk, 35 for the shirt

If you need a ****, 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

[Verse 4]

All my **** 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 ****, I got a ticket on my head

All my **** 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 ****, I got a ticket on my head

[Verse 5]

Bitch, we hitting licks, find me when you found me

I ain't finished school, grinding with my Tommy

.45, that's my blondie, that's my bitch ****

I'm from West Side Bompton, that's my blick, ****

Me and Flockaveli, bitch, I'm sensing like Im'm Belly

They be by my celly, flip them bitches at the telly

Trained to go, ****, I rob a ****

Straight drag a ****, that's your ass ****

[Verse 6]

What they know about me? All black mask and a all black tee

All black bitch in the all black V, out in the A with Waka Flocka

French Montana got that blocka blocka

Twenty all out on that talk-a-Flocka

Flag on the right, that's su 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 Brick Squad 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

.45, homie, I kee that tech

Dogs on code, I keep my pets

A-O-B, I rep that set

[Verse 7]

All my **** 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 ****, I got a ticket on my head

All my **** 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 ****, I got a ticket on my head

[Verse 8]

Guess who's in the building?

Flipped a few bricks, now I'm up a quarter million

Just trying to feed my children

Knock a ****'s brains, snatch a ****'s chain

Love them ratchet bitches, they love to give me brain

Sold so much blow, it's driving me insane

Haters have no choice, they tell them Gotti do his thing

Disrespect that clique, eat a two-piece with the Flame

I'm repping off that East Side, ain't never been a lame

[Verse 9]

I'm Baby Bomb

I'm Baby Bomb

I'm Baby Bomb, I'm Baby Bomb

I'm Baby Bomb

I'm Baby Bomb

I'm Baby Bomb

I'm Baby Bomb, I'm Baby Bomb

I'm Baby Bomb

[Verse 10]

All my **** 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 ****, I got a ticket on my head

All my **** 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 ****, I got a ticket on my head

Written by: A. Walker, J. Malphurs, Joe Moses, Karim Kharbouch, L. Joseph, L. Lewis

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