Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Got My Tool on Me lyrics

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I got fifty rounds on me, you can see it hanging Little boy, don't give no f** about you g**ning You can see the bands on me plus I'm armed and dangerous The f** you looking at, n***a? Oh, I forgot I'm famous Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me I got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me I got the tool on, gotta keep the tool on me [Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I started serving two-for-five with the 38 Got a call from a country n***a that was out of state He was steak, I had to eat his plate I've got to keep the tool on me, might remember face Keep the AK 'cause I ain't going out like Trayvon Martin Red 223 tucked in his leg, got him barely walking k** will keep the sawed off pump and still across Got some k**ers waiting on me, she get in there to come and [?] [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I got fifty rounds on me, you can see it hanging Little boy, don't give no f** about you g**ning You can see the bands on me plus I'm armed and dangerous The f** you looking at, n***a? Oh, I forgot I'm famous Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me I got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me I got the tool on, gotta keep the tool on me [Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] You can have this sh**, n***a, you catch me slipping, n***a Eleven times out of ten, I got my pistol, n***a Bulldogs, I bet if d**h kissed you, n***a Let my young n***a get him, he'll be somewhere, Mississippi River Rap beef, n***a, end up on the milk carton, n***a Gotta free my n***a Guwop, that's my favorite real n***a Banana clips get to peeling all you monkey a** n***as What the f** you got a pistol for and ain't gon' pull the trigger? f** n***a [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I got fifty rounds on me, you can see it hanging Little boy, don't give no f** about you g**ning You can see the bands on me plus I'm armed and dangerous The f** you looking at, n***a? Oh, I forgot I'm famous Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me I got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me I got the tool on, gotta keep the tool on me [Verse 3: DC White] I got the tool on me, don't make a move, homie Run up on me, leave them stiff, wrap them like a mummy 50K, all hundreds, all blue on me My shooter hold the 40 while I'm out serving dummies I'm Frank Lucas of the trap, I can't serve you with no strap Me and Pablo, four wins back to back, strap in every lap Proceed with caution, I got k**ers in Slauson, I finessed a n***a from Boston I whipped up the brick, I got the wheel of fortune [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I got fifty rounds on me, you can see it hanging Little boy, don't give no f** about you g**ning You can see the bands on me plus I'm armed and dangerous The f** you looking at, n***a? Oh, I forgot I'm famous Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me Got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me I got my tool on, yeah, I got my tool on me I got the tool on, gotta keep the tool on me