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 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 said that we were 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?
 
 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 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 said that we were 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?
 

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Duration
03:30
Key
1
Tempo
148 BPM

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