Young Kico - My Ho (Trained To Go) lyrics

[Intro: PSYLENT] Yeah, get money, man TTGeezus in this b**h, man Let's go Aye, my b**h got that 30 with her too now South side, west side, what it do? East side I see you, yeah! Gomen sh** Shhh, aye! [Hook: PSYLENT] I just hit a lick and pulled off with my ho Ain't even sign sh**, I feel like Diddy though You know I'm gettin' rich, I still keep the pole Don't even try my b**h, my ho trained to go (Go) My ho trained to go (Go) My ho trained to go (Go) My ho trained to go We ballin', you already know [Verse 1: PSYLENT] Shawty what you think, bra** knuckles or the ring? I'm flexin' on these hoes, Polo horse on everything Look like I robbed the store, look like I robbed a bank I'm shootin' from the paint, I'm shootin' point blank I'm saggin' like a prisoner, I'm tryna catch a body I pull up to your sister with a shotty sittin' shotty I just popped a molly and I'm comin' for ya mommy My pistol got the silence, you won't do nothin' about it That 30 hit your body, you better ask about me 5 bands in my pocket, don't nobody wanna try me Swear to God you don't want beef, that Uzi put you on a diet Diss me, I slide thru in a mask, like hockey Got 30 clips at the party, my clique be actin' retarded I'm throwed off the Bacardi, you don't wanna get me started Act tough around them f** arounds, my b**h startin' a riot Act tough around them f** arounds, you gon' f** around and get bodied Zip em, ho! [Hook] [Verse 2: PSYLENT] That 9 in her bag, that extendo just in case I'm boutta do the dash off a bottle and a case I hop out with the mask, told my b**h to call the gang Cuz a p**y on that trash so we shootin' at his place I pull up on a Huffy with a shooter on the pegs You b**hes wanna f** me cuz the money that I make Ain't no topic of discussion, I just wanna f** your face And if that p**y lucky I'ma come in like a tank I cut it like a shank, I cut it like a cake But this ain't your wedding day, think you wifey anyway All I'm worried bout this cash and I get that every day Think just cuz you throw that a** I'ma throw a couple J's I used to be a broke f**, now I pull the gun when I post up You ain't about that life, I can tell by your diploma I used to be a broke f**, now I pull the gun when I post up And I ain't tryna fight, I'm tryna put you in a coma Shhh, ho! [Hook] [Outro: PSYLENT] Yeah, you know, Young PSYLENT, man Tell your b**h follow me on Twitter That mixtape comin' this summer, stay tuned I'm too creative for these new rappers, man, yeah (You know that's my ho) And I'm really 'bout that sh** (You know that's my ho) I'm on that f**in' trash, b**h (You know that's my ho) Let's get it (That b**h trained to go) I'm the hardest out (You already know) Let's go