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g herbo – bought a tool lyrics

in the streets, i caught the blue
i got shot, it caught the news
flipped a seven, i bought a two (bought a two)

if we gon’ slide on opps and true
which one of these n-gg-s 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 sh-t
went to school every day, wasn’t tryna be sh-t
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
n-gg-, 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 said that we were on the fours
rock know he couldn’t hustle, why the f-ck you sell him blow?
i was rollin’ b-mmers, 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 sh-t for my n-gg-s out here on defense
stand your ground and defend it
n-gg-, if you made that bed then sleep in it
still out here on that street sh-t
just for everybody said i wasn’t gon’ be sh-t
and i spread the love (spread love)
still blessed, n-gg-s ain’t never gave me sh-t

and i ain’t stressin’ sh-t no more, i’ma let sh-t be sh-t
still gon’ stay down on that g sh-t
still fresh as f-ck, i don’t rock that cheap sh-t
who you know rock mike amiri like me? sh-t
sh-t, n-body, not me, sh-t
i been buyin’ this b-tches 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, n-gg-, we want smoke
give no f-ck, 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 sh-lls out
and i did some sh-t 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 b-tch, 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, c-ck that b-tch and wear it out
ask your homie them, “do it work?” c-ck that b-tch and air it out
goin’ to jail every d-mn summer, i just ain’t care about
now you gotta be somebody to know my whereabouts
clap sh-t up, they ain’t hear about it, they heard about us (n-gg-)
2am, we ridin’, mamas worried about us
in this b-tch, it’s lookin’ like we robbed cabela’s
ridin’ with ladders, these b-tches gon’ sound like propellors

you p-ssy and i smell it, c-ke, 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 p-ss 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 n-gg- 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 n-gg-s on security, that’s just more n-gg-s to stretch you
wopskino stay on security, ’cause i stay with all this jewelry
and we stay away from the f-ck n-gg-s, ’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 f-ck who you is, n-gg-, book me
n-gg-s just send that forty, we gon’ pull up smokin’ zuki
what it is, n-gg-?

- g herbo lyrics

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