Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bought a Tool, artist - G Herbo. Album song Still Swervin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Machine Entertainment Group
Song language: English
Bought a Tool |
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 |