Trench Baby feat. Polo G, G Herbo – Invite Only

Lyrics Invite Only – Trench Baby feat. Polo G, G Herbo

Clout, clout, clout, clout
B**ch, Trench the richest gangbanger, uh
Thanks Zachary
T’d this b**ch up, Tone
Uh, uh

Dracos, MAC’s, and Nick’s, might have him blitz
I’ma wake up the neighbors
Beam on the gun, ain’t no runnin’, you duckin’
I’m dumpin’, this Glock got a laser
I might just walk on this b**ch with my gun out
.45 compound, plan on bustin’
And we got drums like a band
If you play, then we sprayin’
We scorin’ like Andre Drummond

He tried to reach for my lil chain and died
Cap’ hit the back, I’ma come through the side
You would think my n**gas hot’nem
‘Cause I could not stop them, ReRock down to ride
Pull up and shoot, I’m a dump out a nine
Who the f**k savin’ bullets I’m dumpin’ the mag
Put a new beam on the glizzy
It came with a fit, tryna to slide through with no miles

It’s Lil’ Cap’ and Trench, who gon’ come after us
Glock perform and he wrappin’ s**t up
They gon’ need your height for a coffee
We scorin’ like bosses, you ever start sizin’ him up
New pipes, bodies, and back end’s
H*es doin’ backbends, we just keep addin’ s**t up
He like to diss when he rappin’
We catch him lackin’, we just gon’ clap him to dust
Hell no, I ain’t cappin’ ’bout s**t, Evergreen where I’m stamped
Why the f**k would I lie to you n**gas
Flow-through the ‘Raq, in them ‘Burbans
Cali’s and foreign’s, we like to ride with them blickers

We got that call on the E-way, foenem start swervin’
We out in traffic, go get him
It be the n**gas who like sneak dissin’ the hood
They’ll see me and ask for a picture
F**k you mad ’bout, a handout or something
You don’t like all these bands that I’m thumbin’
Oh he prob’ just mad I ain’t front him
He can’t say that he ran off with nothin’
Seventeen on the race to a million
Slow grind everyday, I was huntin’
Now if I want ’em dead, they slump him
He got caught with his pants down, runnin’

Dracos, MAC’s, and Nick’s, might have him blitz
I’ma wake up the neighbors
Beam on the gun, ain’t no runnin’, you duckin’
I’m dumpin’, this Glock got a laser
I might just walk on this b**ch with my gun out
.45 compound, plan on bustin’
And we got drums like a band
If you play, then we sprayin’
We scorin’ like Andre Drummond

He tried to reach for my lil chain and died
Cap’ hit the back, I’ma come through the side
You would think my n**gas hot’nem
‘Cause I could not stop them, ReRock down to ride
Pull up and shoot, I’m a dump out a nine
Who the f**k savin’ bullets I’m dumpin’ the mag
Put a new beam on the glizzy
It came with a fit, tryna to slide through with no miles

Don’t know what happened
All I know n**ga play wit’ me, I’m clappin’
Automatic all my whips, I’m not rappin’
B**ch, I’m on lap when I pick up the backend, uh
Ayy, yeah, I’m from that end
150 EBK, if ever that end
Hop wit’ a stick, let it spray if I’m black and
I’m still play safe, if it’s crackin’, uh
Won’t sell the truth
Boost you up, what that pill do
Used to see demons off them boulders, now I’m sober, I still do
Ask for help, then look in the mirror and tell myself, It’s the real you
Everyday I pray to follow my dreams, n**ga like knees, ’til they kill you

I blow a hundred, I feel to
You ain’t get money, I’on feel you
B**ch I’m straight from them trenches too
Laundry bag smell like mildew
Still tryna get rich wit’ my crew
Even though I turned down a deal or two
I prolly let off a clip or two
Prolly got behind a wheel or two, uh…

Written by TrenchBaby, Polo G & G Herbo
Produced by DJ Tony Tone
Trench Baby | Polo G | G Herbo | 2022

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