Trained To Go (feat. Ninadachris, MTR Murds & TTB Fredo)

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 **** 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 **** nose

I'm a big ****, but these bullets bigger

Leave a **** 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 **** disrespect, and I'll be hit up be remembered

That's on your dead ****, I ain't ran from shit you **** 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 **** 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 **** nose

He turned to a track star, when I started dumpin'

He said he patchez blank, boy that little **** 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 **** 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 ****

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 **** 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 **** nose