Bentley Truck

Yeah This life, is a lesson (T T-tarz with those guitars) Never put your trust in anybody Yeah, my mama always told me my pops told bro Hollup just listen to this song come on go (It's fruity, fruity, fruity) Pull up in a Bentley truck I don't wanna f*ck Took my baby to the Gucci store she dances the milky rock Spend like hundred thousand on some jeans she was felling stock And I found that bitch cheated on me I was on my knees I hold my chest caus' I was crying Thinking about the past when you were lying Never put your trust in anybody People be fake they terrify me It started like hey girl I wanna know you Sorry let me be the one to present my self to you She smiled at me and her eyes just speaked On the first date I make her mad at me On the second date I told her what I feel On the third date she kissed me 4real And told me I was what she needs Said she needs me and she took my soul But my friends told me I should leave that ho Never listened to anybody that's a wrong me She keeps typing on her phone that she loves me And baby I put you on a Gucci line Big money talk I just want a smile Wanna put you out of my memory But my shawty still a part of my melodies I pull up in a Bentley truck I don't wanna f*ck Took my baby to the Gucci store she dances the milky rock Spend like hundred thousand on some jeans she was felling stock And I found that bitch cheated on me I was on my knees I hold my chest caus' I was crying Thinking about the past when you were lying Never put your trust in anybody People be fake they terrify me But I love her fancy talk The way she trapping with my clothes when it was cold The way she looks me in the eyes before a kiss Trying to forget al this memories But I love her fancy talk The way she trapping with my clothes when it was cold The way she looks me in the eyes before a kiss Trying to forget al this memories To tell the truth I'm a bastard too I got a glock on me is nothing new But I never cheat caus' I'm the realest g Tryna f*ck with I'll show you what you need So I skrt-off in a Bentley truck I'm going to the space I keep on speeding to my trumpets sound Go go and chase your dreams Go go and make it real I pull up in a Bentley truck I don't wanna f*ck Took my baby to the Gucci store she dances the milky rock Spend like hundred thousand on some jeans she was felling stock And I found that bitch cheated on me I was on my knees I hold my chest caus' I was crying Thinking about the past when you were lying Never put your trust in anybody People be fake they terrify me Yeah, you were lying bitch