"Bentleytruckk" lyrics
Ay, ay
Fitted up, ay
I'm fitted up, ay
I'm fitted up finna
Fitted up, uh
Fitted, uh
Ay, yuh
I'm fitted up
Finna fuck the bitty up
Nigga said he tryna beef
He came round, set you up
Your bitch tryna give me [?]
I ain't really tryna fuck
Kill a nigga with my hands
Now my knuckles bloodied up
Yeah, and ion even know why niggas try to even fuck with me
Now these niggas really fans of me
They could've got some bands with me
And I don't know why your bitch keep on callin' my phone
Yo bitch tweakin' at the DMV
I told her get [?] and leave
Yeah, these niggas say they sick of me
But they cannot get rid of me
Yeah, these niggas for sure got some shit goin' on mentally
And I move like a phantom, bruh, ain't no runnin' into me
Bitch, I'm [?] with my treesh
Fuck the opps on the beach
Catch an opp lackin', I'll leave his ass in the street
It's gonna be 100 niggas on yo block if you keep dissin' me
Yo bitch said she sick of me
She textin', sayin' she missin' me
And then I'm makin' out, bitch
You was dead kissin' me
Yeah, all these niggas actin' hella tough
But I'll bitch 'em out
Put his ass on a shirt, now a nigga just a picture now
If [?] on the drill, nigga, ain't no fuckin' bitchin' now
You niggas really geek subs the way that they be switchin' out
I be switchin' up
Nigga, what the fuck?
You said that you was down for the code but you really wasn't
You really wasn't
Nigga, you really wasn't
Ay, I met yo bitch once, and I got that hoe sellin' rock
And when I push up with the gang in a motherfuckin' Raptor truck
Niggas ain't score once
'Cause y'all fuckin' suck
'Cause y'all fuckin' suck
Ayy, 'cause y'all fuckin' suck
Fitted up, ay
I'm fitted up, ay
I'm fitted up finna
Fitted up, uh
Fitted, uh
Ay, yuh
I'm fitted up
Finna fuck the bitty up
Nigga said he tryna beef
He came round, set you up
Your bitch tryna give me [?]
I ain't really tryna fuck
Kill a nigga with my hands
Now my knuckles bloodied up
Yeah, and ion even know why niggas try to even fuck with me
Now these niggas really fans of me
They could've got some bands with me
And I don't know why your bitch keep on callin' my phone
Yo bitch tweakin' at the DMV
I told her get [?] and leave
Yeah, these niggas say they sick of me
But they cannot get rid of me
Yeah, these niggas for sure got some shit goin' on mentally
And I move like a phantom, bruh, ain't no runnin' into me
Bitch, I'm [?] with my treesh
Fuck the opps on the beach
Catch an opp lackin', I'll leave his ass in the street
It's gonna be 100 niggas on yo block if you keep dissin' me
Yo bitch said she sick of me
She textin', sayin' she missin' me
And then I'm makin' out, bitch
You was dead kissin' me
Yeah, all these niggas actin' hella tough
But I'll bitch 'em out
Put his ass on a shirt, now a nigga just a picture now
If [?] on the drill, nigga, ain't no fuckin' bitchin' now
You niggas really geek subs the way that they be switchin' out
I be switchin' up
Nigga, what the fuck?
You said that you was down for the code but you really wasn't
You really wasn't
Nigga, you really wasn't
Ay, I met yo bitch once, and I got that hoe sellin' rock
And when I push up with the gang in a motherfuckin' Raptor truck
Niggas ain't score once
'Cause y'all fuckin' suck
'Cause y'all fuckin' suck
Ayy, 'cause y'all fuckin' suck
