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Trench Baby – Invite Only (Ft. Polo G & G Herbo) Lyrics

[Intro: TrenchBaby]

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (Uh)

Bitch, it’s the richest gangbanger, uh

(Thanks Yakree)

(T’d this bitch up, Tone)

Uh, uh

[Chorus: Trench Baby, Polo G]

Dracos, MAC’s, and Nick’s, might have him blitz, I’ma wake up the neighbors (Brrah)

Beam on the gun, ain’t no runnin’, you duckin’, I’m dumpin’, this Glock got a laser (Brrah)

I might just walk on this bitch with my gun out, .45 compact, I plan on bustin’ (Brrah)

And we got drums like a band, if you play, then we sprayin’, we scorin’ like Andre Drummond (C’mon)

He tried to reach for my lil chain and died

Cap’ hit the back, I’ma come through the side

You would think my niggas hot’nem ’cause I could not stop them, ReRock down to ride (Brrah)

Pull up and shoot, I’m a dump out a nine

Who the fuck 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 (Brrah)

(Uh)

[Verse 1: Polo G]

It’s Lil’ Cap’ and Trench, who gon’ come after us?

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Glock perform and he wrappin’ shit up

They gon’ need your height for a coffin, we scorin’ like bosses, you ever start sizin’ him up

New pipes, bodies, and back end’s

Hoes doin’ backbends, we just keep addin’ shit up

He like to diss when he rappin’

We catch him lackin’, we just gon’ clap him to dust

Hell nah, I ain’t cappin’ ’bout shit, Evergreen where I’m stamped

Why the fuck would I lie to you niggas?

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 niggas who like sneak dissin’ the hood, they’ll see me and ask for one picture

Fuck 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

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Slow grind everyday, I was huntin’

Now if I want ’em dead, they slump him

He got caught with his pants down, runnin’ (Uh, uh)

[Chorus: Trench Baby]

Dracos, MAC’s, and Nick’s, might have him blitz, I’ma wake up the neighbors (Brrah)

Beam on the gun, ain’t no runnin’, you duckin’, I’m dumpin’, this Glock got a laser (Brrah)

I might just walk on this bitch with my gun out, .45 compact, I plan on bustin’ (Brrah)

And we got drums like a band, if you play, then we sprayin’, we scorin’ like Andre Drummond (C’mon)

He tried to reach for my lil chain and died

Cap’ hit the back, I’ma come through the side

You would think my niggas hot’nem ’cause I could not stop them, ReRock down to ride (Brrah)

Pull up and shoot, I’m a dump out a nine

Who the fuck 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 (Brrah)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]

Don’t know what happened

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All I know nigga play wit’ me, I’m clappin’

Automatic all my whips, I’m not rappin’

Bitch, I’m on my Lamb when I pick up the backend, uh

Ayy, yeah, I’m from that end

150 EBK, if ever that end

Up a stick, let it spray if I’m lackin’

I’ma still play it safe, if it’s crackin’, uh (Phew)

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 (Still)

Ask for help, then look in the mirror and tell myself, “It’s the real you”

Everyday I pray to follow my dreams, nigga like knees, ’til they kill you (Why kill you?)

I blow a hundred, I feel to

You ain’t get money, I’on feel you (Fuck)

Bitch 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 (Ayy)

I prolly let off a clip or two

Prolly got behind a wheel or two, uh

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