[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]
All my ni**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**kin' bread
Rob so many ni**as I got a ticket on my head
All my ni**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**kin' bread
Rob so many ni**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**ker is you workin'?
Bank account hurtin' so you know a ni**a robbin'
Don't got a job they finished school so what's tha option?
Lay that ni**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 ni**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' ni**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 ni**a 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

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[Verse 3: YG Hootie]
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 ni**a (ni**a)
I'm from West Side Compton, that's my blick ni**a
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 ni**a, I rob a ni**a
Straight drag a ni**a, that's yo ass ni**a

[Verse 4: Joe Moses]
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 f**k 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

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[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 ni**a's brain (brain)
Snatch a ni**a'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

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