Previously lyrics

[Verse]
It's some b*tches here, but I done f*cked half of them
Some of 'em was bad, but I had to pass on them
They too young for me, T.Y. And Es can smash on them
My new thing like thirty-two, crib and the Bentley coupe
Smoke and plot on ways we can get this loot
Promise if I get to the top that I’m bringin' however many carrots in that diamond ring for ya
Fly a major label r'n'b act out to sing for you
The type of things I do
Now last time I took drugs, I just took half of it
I'm lying, we was on them shrooms, I ate a bag of them
Watchin' Bob's Burgers trippin', my girl, she couldn't handle it
Bad trip, thought she was turnin' into a mannequin
Drove away in disbelief at what was happening
Drunk [?] sobered up, I ain't want crash my sh*t
What you listenin' to is a fo'-twenty massacre
Beats gettin' battered, records bein' shattered, Jet Life, or your life don't matter
Rollin' while I’m smokin, I’m a doobie factory
Got no tint on my Porsche, me ex-b*tch is looking at me
She just reminiscin' 'bout the last time she had me
I'm married to money and cars, we make a happy family

[Outro]
Fo'-twenty massacre
Surrounded by family on my G-day
Think I wanted to come in right there