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*ck about you gangbanging
You can see the bands on me plus I'm armed and dangerous
The f*ck you looking at, n*gga? 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*gga 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
Kill will keep the sawed off pump and still across
Got some killers 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*ck about you gangbanging
You can see the bands on me plus I'm armed and dangerous
The f*ck you looking at, n*gga? 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*t, n*gga, you catch me slipping, n*gga
Eleven times out of ten, I got my pistol, n*gga
Bulldogs, I bet if death kissed you, n*gga
Let my young n*gga get him, he'll be somewhere, Mississippi River
Rap beef, n*gga, end up on the milk carton, n*gga
Gotta free my n*gga Guwop, that's my favorite real n*gga
Banana clips get to peeling all you monkey ass n*ggas
What the f*ck you got a pistol for and ain't gon' pull the trigger?
f*ck n*gga

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got fifty rounds on me, you can see it hanging
Little boy, don't give no f*ck about you gangbanging
You can see the bands on me plus I'm armed and dangerous
The f*ck you looking at, n*gga? 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 killers in Slauson, I finessed a n*gga 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*ck about you gangbanging
You can see the bands on me plus I'm armed and dangerous
The f*ck you looking at, n*gga? 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