Trappin' in Glendale

Yo I got notes
(Yup!)
I got notes like Mozart
(Yuh!)
Hop a co-cart, uh
Stylin' with the crew
French dip in Rue (Do!)

I played blues clues
Shit was not fun
I got ru-rum

Punched a fucking window
Dead inside like a widow
(Except for McCarty)
Shit fucking sucked
I was in the hospital
I was locked up
My emotions got the best of me
Over some fucking Fifa
(Foreal, Playstation shit bro)
Chillin' at the top
Cream of the crop, uh
You know I'm a lock, uh
You know I'm the G
Best believe it's me
Big Akbar, I'm the goat
I'm the best
I'm the greatest to ever do it
(I'm not I just say that)
In shitty rapping because I'm the best at that, aye
Yo, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Spittin' some bars!
Hopping in Glendale
Looking like lendale
Looking like trash
That's a whole crash
Car crash, BMW splash
Wet money like tash
I play that tag
Armani gang
Armenian noses
That shit too big
Looking like an oil rig
'Cept no fucking oil

My boy
Got smacked liked some foil
Got robbed by
That a bitch
He is so mean
And so fucking cruel
Man was out and he stole his keys
To his fucking car
Crashed, a hit and run
Dropped that shit off
And said fuck you, I'm the one
Got the car
Drove back
Then his dad got a mail



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Writer(s): Omar Salem
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