Bought a Tool

By G Herbo

On Still Swervin

Released on February 1, 2019

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[Verse]

In the streets, I caught the blue

I got shot, it caught the news

Flipped a seven, I bought a tool (Bought a tool)

If we gon' slide on opps and true

Which one of these niggas we ’bout to do

We ain't never know nothin' ’bout the schools

And that's why it's EBK, we ain't never care 'bout the rules

My mama ain't want me to go to Rock funeral, I snuck out of school

I was already knee deep in the streets shit

Went to school every day, wasn't tryna be shit

Foenem eventually made me quit

Picked me up every day with like two, three glicks

And we might do a hit, uh

We just gon' ride a bit, uh

We just gon’ ride and keep gettin’ high

We gon' decide who we see outside

Shootin’ already, now I just spin it one more time

This Glock 45 stay right by my side

We in the front and the back in the van

The slide just stay on the left, I hop out on the right

Why you fold? Look me in my eyes

Nigga, how you told? Look me in my eyes

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 'bout takin’ your soul

Long live Pistol P, that's on my soul

I remember white folks had the Regal on the fours

Rock know he couldn't hustle, why the fuck you sell him blow?

I was rollin' bummers, back when Real was sellin' dro

Spent a hundred summers totin' that OK Thunder

We just ride them cars to get there, hop out, run up on 'em

And I spit that street shit for my niggas out here on defense

Stand your ground and defend it

Nigga, if you made that bed then sleep in it

Still out here on that street shit

Just for everybody said I wasn't gon' be shit

And I spread the love (Spread love)

Still blessed, niggas ain't never gave me shit

And I ain't stressin' shit no more, I'ma let shit be shit

Still gon' stay down on that G shit

Still fresh as fuck, I don't rock that cheap shit

Who you know rock Mike Amiri like me? Shit

Shit, nobody, not me, shit

I been buyin' this bitches for three years

Walk in Barneys, get at least like three pairs

Sometimes I be off like two or three pills

I wan' feel like he feel

By the end of the end, need at least another three mil'

I want a Ghost like Meek Mill

16, I was ridin' with totes

We ain't care where you from, nigga, we want smoke

Give no fuck, I'm ridin' with folks

And I ain't shoot 'til I got close

And we seein' the oppers from afar, out my lil' ho car

Skeet off, bail out, throw the shells out

And I did some shit with bro I ain't gon' tell you 'bout

Ain't take advantage of me no more, I ain't gon' 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, then wear it out

That Glock was like my shirt, cock that bitch and wear it out

Ask your homie them, "Do it work?" Cock that bitch and air it out

Goin' to jail every damn summer, I just ain't care about

Now you gotta be somebody to know my whereabouts

Clap shit up, they ain't hear about it, they heard about us (Nigga)

2AM, we ridin', mamas worried about us

In this bitch, it's lookin' like we robbed Cabela's

Ridin' with ladders, these bitches gon' sound like propellors

You pussy and I smell it, coke, I used to sell it

I can't believe that you would tell it

Roll the Runtz, inhale it

Remember I was waitin' on them to mail it

Pourin' pints up in my belly

They tryna throw me on probation, I can't piss test, I'ma fail it

I might never see Toronto 'cause I might end up a felon

Sat in county for a week, I'm givin' pizza to my sellers

And Cap know he took a piece of me when that nigga left me

And he know he's 'posed to be with me, I let that been a lesson

That just mean we 'posed to stick together, add some more Smith & Wessons

More niggas on security, that's just more niggas to stretch you

Wopskino stay on security, 'cause I stay with all this jewelry

And we stay away from the fuck niggas, 'cause we ain't with all of that fooleries

And we ridin' with fullies, and we all some bullies

We ain't got on no mask, but we all in hoodies

And we don't give no fuck who you is, nigga, book me

Niggas just send that forty, we gon' pull up smokin' Zuki

What it is, nigga?