Icewear Vezzo, E-40 - Had To lyrics

(Damn Max, this one's too hard)
Yeah, drank god
Oowee

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 price
Takin' change I was tweakin'
Hit the seal and pour a liter
Ice my Cubans for no reason
(Iced Up records)

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
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 hitters 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 I gave 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 price
Takin' change I was tweakin'
Hit the seal and pour a liter
Ice my Cubans for no reason