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Trapboy3k Made a million of computers, I'm a fucking genius My rap career looking up for me, I just got on Genius I should be rich in two years 'cause I'm a fucking genius Disguised in the 'burbs, got on Nike and a black beanie Scared to [?] property, I feel like [?] We tried to go in on some [?] but he said he only had a single My AR give melodies, but it is not a singer My plug be giving out bars, but it don't make music I got locked up in jail for stolen merchandise And I won some commissary with some trick dice In case I go broke, got 20 iPhones just sitting on ice My Uncle Trey crazy [?] just fucked around and slipped on this ice Blowed off the juice, I just fucked around and missed my flight Punched a nigga in his face, fucked around and got my head fractured The plug doing touchdowns, Greenbay Packers I can tell when the cops are off, 'cause I got the tracker app She ain't going broke, she just made a premium Snapchat Wasted five thousand on some Don C fitted hats Soon as I turned on his music, I just knew this nigga was finna cap Just like a white-boy would said, boy you full 'a crap Hold a 'hunnid pints of Hi-Tek, my body full of red You wondering why your pieces ain't hitting, 'cause the site is dead You wondering why that method ain't working, because that shit is old Scammed a nigga for $20,000, I did him bold Letras de cancionesSelling fours to my plug, he speak a whole different language You'll barely see me in some Nike, gotta keep up with my image Got robbed 'n you ain't doing nothing boy, I couldn't even imagine Scamming niggas every day, boy, I do this with a passion You got shot and let it go, how the fuck you so passive? Loaded up my chord, Ima' bout to go and get active Tryna' hide my face, I'm doing fraudulent activity The bitch don't need a shovel, I can tell that she digging me Bought some regular cookies, and I faked like they was edibles The nigga called me back like "Man, this shit incredible" [?] nigga think that he the Incredibles 800 credit score, so you know that I'm eligible I got a free-ass method, I'm 'bout to tell it to you My cousin seen me kill somebody, said "I'm telling on you" This nigga think his mans solid, boy, he telling on you I had to block my girlfriend 'cause she be snitching on me Got into an argument, she called the police on me I had to go and hide my gun, she pulled a knife on me A bitch think she a real stripper, had her one night only My bitch got a Brazillian weave, it came from a pony From Letras Mania