Invite Only (feat. Polo G & G Herbo)

Grraow, grraow, grraow, grraow Bitch, it's the richest gangbanger (uh) (Thanks, Yakree) (T this bitch up, Tone) uh Uh, Dracos, MACs, and nicks, might hop out and 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 just might walk in this bitch with my gun out, 45 compound, plannin' on bustin' (brrah) And we got drums like a band, if you play, then we sprayin', we scorin' like Andre Drummond, brrah (Come out) 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 cannot stop them We walk down the ride (brrah), pull up and shoot, I'm a dump out a .9 Who the fuck savin' bullets? I'm dumpin' a mag' Put a new beam on the glizzy, it came with a fit (uh) He tried to slide through with no mask (brrah) It's Lil' Cap' and Trench, who gon' come after us? 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 backends, 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 Calis and foreigns, we like to ride with them blickas 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 somethin'? You don't like all these bands that I'm thumbin'? Oh, he probably just mad I ain't front him He can't say that he ran off with nothin' 17, on the race to a million, slow grind every day, I was huntin' Now if I want him dead, they slump him He got caught with his pants down, runnin' Uh, Dracos, MACs, and nicks, might hop out and 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 just might walk in this bitch with my gun out, 45 compound, plannin' on bustin' (brrah) And we got drums like a band, if you play, then we sprayin', we scorin' like Andre Drummond, brrah (Come out) 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 cannot stop them We walk down the ride (brrah), pull up and shoot, I'm a dump out a .9 Who the fuck savin' bullets? I'm dumpin' a mag' Put a new beam on the glizzy, it came with a fit He tried to slide through with no mask (brrah, brrah) Don't know what happened, all I know, nigga play with me, I'm clappin' Automatic all my whips with no wrappin' Bitch on my lap 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, ayy (phew) What's in a truce? 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, "This the real you", e'ry day, I pray to follow my dreams A nigga like me still'll kill you (I'll kill you) I'll blow a hunnid, I'll feel too, you ain't gettin' money, I don't feel you (fuck) Bitch, I'm straight from them trenches too Laundry bag smell like mildew, still tryna get rich with my crew Even though I turned down a deal or two (ayy) I probably let off a clip or two, probably got behind a wheel or two, uh