Had To

(Damn Max, this one's too hard)

Yeah, drank god

Oowee

(KCG, boy, you killing 'em)

Yeah, had to cut them bitches out my life 'cause they was leeches

Had to get the Diors, not the Chucks but the sneakers

Had to up my plan, takin' change I was tweakin'

Hit the seal and pour a liter, ice my Cubans for no reason

Had to throw the blicky in the stash 'cause they searched me

Left them pussy niggas in my past, they was worthless

Gotta check them drugs, they put fetty in them Perkies

I bought my baby a new ass, spent a bag on her Birkin

Had to leave that 42 alone, I want Patron

Gotta throw the money in the air 'cause this my song

Had to put a hundred in that chop, now it shoot long

Always make sure I keep one up in the top, that's for the dome

Had to tell my label "Cut the check, and what's the budget?"

Told that ho keep quiet, she be screamin' when we fuckin'

Always put the twenties in the bank and keep the hundreds

Up a roll and slap her with a stack, bitch, it's nothin'

Had to come new Maybach, yeah the car a extra forty

Had to take them Ruccis off my shit, we ridin' Forgis

Dog shit in my pants, all my 'Miris look like toilets

Crack open the seal and drink a line before I pour it

Gotta know you want the ice I rock, this shit ain't cheap

Had to take them bow's, dog was movin' way too sweet

Put them haters on, now all my shooters look like Meeks

When y'all was climbin' up them charts, we was movin' through the streets

Had a step my game up, I was broke, I had to blossom

In the octagon cookin' coke, I had to lock 'em

Had to make some haters understand I wasn't playin'

Had to get it by myself, I didn't get a helping hand

Had to make some wine to clear my mind and help me think

Got it up in the stores now, Earl Stevens that's my drink

Unconnected not disconnected, I'm in the loop like a hula hoop

I probably know who the victim is, and who the nigga that's finna shoot

Every nigga that's on my team had a digital beam

Used to serve that candy wet on magazines

On the 1300 block, born to ball

Back then it was yola, now it's Fentanyl

In the thick of the trenches, hustlers and thugs

Now it's prescription pills, white people drugs

Had to climb up over the fence and make it out

Never did the front street, took the scenic route

Yeah, had to cut them bitches out my life 'cause they was leeches

Had to get the Diors, not the Chucks but the sneakers

Had to up my plan, takin' change I was tweakin'

Hit the seal and pour a liter, ice my Cubans for no reason