TTG (Jay400)

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Go, train to go, uh, train to go, uh, train to go
Say no more, no, we won't say no more, we won't say no more
And it's me
TTG, you know my niggas trained to go, uh

Block out at the party, we gon' take us all, uh
Spin through they whole block and we gon' take some more
And keep on spinnin' till we dizzy, till they all gone
We got real killers, we ain't payin' them off, yeah, yeah

We got real killers, you can't shake them off, yeah, yeah
Investigators stalkin' me in that room, ain't say nothin
You on a grind with us, we don't talk about it, you can't blame us
L.A. 2X, boy, you know you did it again, yeah, nigga

2024 for the win, I'm like, yeah, nigga
Me and baby, us, countin' up cabbage, we done breadwinners
If you ain't break bread, bet you did, can't break bread with us
Sticky up and I'm spinnin', uh, uh, ayy

All these niggas, they be fans, I mean, uh, uh, ayy
Busses talk, get the spread, now they, uh, uh, ayy
Pack a set, put his ass in a fuckin' box, ayy
Brains blown, now that nigga dead, he go a halo

Brainstorm, when the rain over, we can't wait on
Bad bitch, and she came over in a Range Rover
Left home in a Uber ride, cause the rain stolen, uh, uh
Rain stolen, uh, uh, train to go, uh

Train to go, uh, train to go, uh
Train to go, uh, train to go, uh
Train to go, uh, train to go
TTG, you know my niggas train to go, uh

Glock out at the party, we gon' take us all, uh
Spin through they whole block and we gon' take some more
Keep on spittin' till we dizzy, till they all gone
We got real killers, we ain't payin' them off, yeah, yeah

We got real killers, you can't shake them off, yeah, yeah
Investigator stuck him in that room, ain't say nothin
You want a grand winner, we don't talk about it, you can't blame us
We don't even talk about it, don't say nothin

We got them hunnids in the back bussin
I heard they gon' shoot, but they ain't bout nothin
They say they squeezin', but I know they bluffin
This Nina Burnham, boy, stay out the kitchen

I shoot his ears, now that boy can't listen
I got it made, now I'm paid now, yeah
My niggas train to go, we touch down
TTG, you know my niggas train to go, uh

Glock out at the party, we gon' take us all, uh
Spin through they whole block and we gon' take some more
And keep on spittin' till we dizzy, till they all gone

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