Invite Only (feat. Polo G & G Herbo) - Trench Baby/Polo G.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Trench Baby
[00:00.522][Intro: TrenchBaby]
[00:02.398]Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (Uh)
[00:05.587]Bitch, it's the richest gangbanger, uh
[00:08.767](Thanks Yakree)
[00:11.936](T'd this bitch up, Tone)
[00:12.475]Uh, uh
[00:12.739][Chorus: Trench Baby, Polo G]
[00:12.992]Dracos, MAC's, and Nick's, might hop out and blitz, I'ma wake up the neighbors (Brrah)
[00:15.919]Beam on the gun, ain't no runnin', you duckin', I'm dumpin', this Glock got a laser (Brrah)
[00:19.833]I might just walk on this bitch with my gun out, .45 compact, I plan on bustin' (Brrah)
[00:22.766]And we got drums like a band, if you play, then we sprayin', we scorin' like Andre Drummond (C'mon)
[00:25.996]He tried to reach for my lil chain and died
[00:28.059]Cap' hit the back, I'ma come through the side
[00:29.643]You would think my niggas hot'nem 'cause I could not stop them, ReRock down to ride (Brrah)
[00:32.823]Pull up and shoot, I'm a dump out a nine
[00:34.673]Who the **** savin' bullets? I'm dumpin' the mag
[00:36.267]Put a new beam on the glizzy, it came with a fit, tryna to slide through with no miles (Brrah)
[00:38.665](Uh)
[00:39.440][Verse 1: Polo G]
[00:39.706]It's Lil' Cap' and Trench, who gon' come after us?
[00:41.042]Glock perform and he wrappin' shit up
[00:42.809]They gon' need your height for a coffin, we scorin' like bosses, you ever start sizin' him up
[00:46.029]New pipes, bodies, and back end's
[00:47.624]Hoes doin' backbends, we just keep addin' shit up
[00:49.209]He like to diss when he rappin'
[00:50.540]We catch him lackin', we just gon' clap him to dust
[00:52.643]Hell nah, I ain't cappin' 'bout shit, Evergreen where I'm stamped
[00:54.776]Why the **** would I lie to you niggas?
[00:56.102]Flow-through the 'Raq, in them 'Burbans
[00:57.427]Cali's and foreign's, we like to ride with them blickers
[00:59.287]We got that call on the E-way, foenem start swervin'
[01:01.408]We out in traffic, go get him
[01:02.737]It be the niggas who like sneak dissin' the hood, they'll see me and ask for one picture
[01:05.961]**** you mad 'bout, a handout or something?
[01:07.556]You don't like all these bands that I'm thumbin'
[01:09.415]Oh, he prob' just mad I ain't front him
[01:11.020]He can't say that he ran off with nothin'
[01:12.605]Seventeen on the race to a million
[01:14.464]Slow grind everyday, I was huntin'
[01:16.059]Now if I want 'em dead, they slump him
[01:17.644]He got caught with his pants down, runnin' (Uh, uh)
[01:19.248][Chorus: Trench Baby]
[01:19.503]Dracos, MAC's, and Nick's, might hop out and blitz, I'ma wake up the neighbors (Brrah)
[01:22.174]Beam on the gun, ain't no runnin', you duckin', I'm dumpin', this Glock got a laser (Brrah)
[01:25.334]I might just walk on this bitch with my gun out, .45 compact, I plan on bustin' (Brrah)
[01:28.784]And we got drums like a band, if you play, then we sprayin', we scorin' like Andre Drummond (C'mon)
[01:31.967]He tried to reach for my lil chain and died
[01:34.088]Cap' hit the back, I'ma come through the side
[01:35.685]You would think my niggas hot'nem 'cause I could not stop them, ReRock down to ride (Brrah)
[01:38.875]Pull up and shoot, I'm a dump out a nine
[01:40.724]Who the **** savin' bullets? I'm dumpin' the mag
[01:42.319]Put a new beam on the glizzy, it came with a fit, tryna to slide through with no miles (Brrah)
[01:45.550][Verse 2: G Herbo]
[01:45.798]Don't know what happened
[01:46.850]All I know nigga play wit' me, I'm clappin'
[01:48.445]Automatic all my whips, I'm not rappin'
[01:50.304]Bitch, I'm on my lap when I pick up the backend, uh
[01:51.889]Ayy, yeah, I'm from that end
[01:54.032]150 EBK, if ever that end
[01:55.089]Up a stick, let it spray if I'm lackin'
[01:56.684]I'ma still play it safe, if it's crackin', uh (Phew)
[01:59.071]Won't sell the truth
[02:00.137]Boost you up, what that pill do
[02:01.722]Used to see demons off them boulders, now I'm sober, I still do (Still)
[02:05.197]Ask for help, then look in the mirror and tell myself, "It's the real you"
[02:08.366]Everyday I pray to follow my dreams, nigga like knees, 'til they kill you (Why kill you?)
[02:12.358]I blow a hundred, I feel to
[02:13.415]You ain't get money, I'on feel you (****)
[02:15.090]Bitch I'm straight from them trenches too
[02:16.673]Laundry bag smell like mildew
[02:18.431]Still tryna get rich wit' my crew
[02:20.018]Even though I turned down a deal or two (Ayy)
[02:21.612]I prolly let off a clip or two
[02:23.423]Prolly got behind a wheel or two, uh