[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Tyler, GreenBeans

[Chorus]
I turned the internet to the trap
Whatever I spend I'll make it right back
Leave the house with a couple of racks
When I came back I spent all that
They like "Tyler where you been all day?"
I'm in the crib I'm getting paid
My money digital, aye
Put that shit right in my bank
Have you ever thrown so much guap [?]?
Have you ever got up and did what they said you can't?

[Verse]
What's with that fake image, like what you gotta prove?
I ain't on that faking shit, cause I ain't got shit to prove
I ain't got shit to prove, to you, not no losers
I could care less what you think, you ain't get no mulah
Run down I won't hesitate to shoot it
You a bitch, you be [?] like cupid
I don't miss when I hit shit up I kill it
I'm in that bitch guts I know she feel it
Yeah she fuck with me cause I'm the realest
I'm the realest, I'm the greatest
[?]
What you sayin'? Cause we gone spray for that
Shot an opp in the head leave him left for dead
Strapped up more than left for dead
When I was down ain't nobody help me for shit
So I guess I can't return the favor then
I be posted up on the block with Ben
Ben Franklin that's my dead friend
I can't fuck with you, y'all be too different
Only fuck with people who be on that real shit
Aye, on that real shit
Juug the plug yeah, I love to steal shit
Internet trap, I don't gotta deal shit
Internet trap, but I'm still dealin' shit, yeah, yeah
Close range got blood all on my white tee
Close range got blood all on my white sneaks
I got blood on my Nike's
[?] now he wanna fight me
Good luck with that
Big strap, hit him right in his head
[Chorus]
I turned the internet to the trap
Whatever I spend I'll make it right back
Leave the house with a couple of racks
When I came back I spent all that
They like "Tyler where you been all day?"
I'm in the crib I'm getting paid
My money digital, aye
Put that shit right in my bank
Have you ever thrown so much guap you made a bitch faint?
Have you ever got up and did what they said you can't?