Bought a Tool - G Herbo

In the streets I caught the blues

I got shot and caught the news

Flipped a seven and bought a tool

And we gonna slide on opps and choose

Which one of these nigga we bought to do

We never know nothing about excuses

And that’s why it’s EBK

We aint never care about the rules

When my mom ain’t want me to go to Roc’s Funeral

I snuck out of school

I was already knee deep in the street shit

Went to school every day wasn’t tryna be shit

Fonem eventually made me quit

Picked me up everyday with lick two or three glicks

And we might do a hit

We just gonna ride a vip

We just gonna ride and keep gettin high

We gon decide who we see outside

See it already now just spin one more time

This glock 45 stay right by my side

We in the front and the back end the van with the slide

Just stay on the left and hop out on the right

Why you fold look me in my eye oh

Nigga how you told look me in my eye

And we ready to go

Soon as I get that money I’m ready to go

And we ready to blow

Tweak on the road they gon think about taking his soul

Long live pistol P that’s on my soul

I remember white folks had the regal on the foe

Roc knew he couldn’t hustle

Why the fuck you selling blow

I was rolling bummer back when rell was selling dro

Spent 100 summers

Tottin that ok thunder

We just riding in cars to get there

Hop out run up on them

And I spit that street shit

For my nigga out here on defense

Stay your ground and defend

If you made that bed then sleep in it

Still out here on our street shit

Just for everybody saying I wasn’t gonna be shit

And I spread the love

Still bless nigga who aint never gave me shit

I aint stressin shit no more imma let shit be shit

Stay gon down on that G shit

Still pressed as fuck I don’t rock that cheap shit

Who you know rock that Amiri like me shit

Nobody not me shit

Ive been buying these bitches for three years

Walk in Barney’s get at least like three pairs

Sometimes I be up two or three pair

I wanna feel like he feel

By the end of the year I need at least another three mill

I want a ghost like meek mill

16 I was riding with totes

Don’t care where you from nigga we want smoke

Off riding with folks and I didn’t shoot till I got close

And the opp was from a far out my lil hoe car

Skeet off bail out Throw the shells out

And I did some shit with bro I ain’t gon tell you about

Can’t take advantage of me no more

I ain’t gonna bail you out

Had a grown bitch like 24 used to come and get me out

I was too young to bail out

Go to her crib and wear it out

That glock was like my shirt

Cock that bitch and wear it out

Ask your homie and them do it work?

Cock that bitch and air it out

Going to jail or down just ain something I cared about

Now you gotta be somebody to know my whereabouts

Clap shit up they hear about me

They heard about us

Two am we riding mama’s worried about us

In this bitch it’s looking like we robbed Cabella’s

Riding with ladders these bitches gonna sound like propellers

You pussy and I smell it

Coke I used to sell it

I can’t believe that you would tell it

Roll the runts inhale it

Remember I was waiting on them to mail it

Pouring pints up in my belly

They Tryna throw me on probation

Any piss test imma fail it

I might never see Toronto

Because I might end up a felon

Sat in county for a week

I’m giving peace up to my celly

And Cap know he took a piece of me

When that nigga left me

And he know he supposed to be with me

Let that be a lesson

That just mean we supposed to stick together

That’s more smith and wessons

More nigga on security

That’s just more niggas to stretch em

Wopski know he stay on security

Because I stay with all this jewelry

We stay away from them fuck niggas

Because they be with all of that foolery

And we ride with fullys

And we all some bullys

We ain’t got on no masks

But we all in hoodies

And we don’t give no fuck who you is

Nigga book me

Just sent at 40

We gon pull up smoke a zooky