Pistol Tottin lyrics

[Intro: Foogiano]
Huh? Ayy, So Icy, n*gga (It's Koncept P, the beat knockin')
Clutch (Icy, Icy)
Real zaza, n*gga
Huh? Huh? (Ho)

[Chorus: Foogiano]
I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass n*gga
Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n*gga
Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, n*gga
Tryna make the stick hit like a band, make you dance, n*gga
I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass n*gga
Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n*gga
Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, n*gga
Tryna make the stick hit like a band, make you dance, n*gga

[Verse 1: Foogiano]
I used to break them bags down and serve 'em out my mama house
Now I'm sittin' here rappin', all these diamonds in my mouth
Think I might just freeze the mic, every word I say is cold
If they steppin' to you, know we always wеnt and checked the scorе
If I was a animal, might be a tiger for my stripes
Better yet, might be a polar bear 'cause I got all this ice
And that ice, it like to fight, diamonds hittin' just like Mike
I was in the trenches every day, was gettin' all their packs
All these sucker n*ggas rappin' sucker sh*t, can't go for that
If I was a superhero, powers would be ice attack
Put my neck, wrist and my mouth together, it's a ice attack
And that Backwood, it too big, can't hear that bullsh*t that you sayin'
[Chorus: Foogiano]
I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass n*gga
Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n*gga
Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, n*gga
Tryna make the stick hit like a band, make you dance, n*gga
I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass n*gga
Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n*gga
Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, n*gga
Tryna make the stick hit like a band, make you dance, n*gga

[Verse 2: Memo600]
f*ck security, I walk 'round with my ahchoo on me
With all my jewelry, told that boy good luck you shoot at me
These n*ggas new to me, Memo Six-O on this Foogi' beat
That b*tch go blaow, never sold drugs, don't know how
Run up on me, .40 cal', pus*y, better duck yo' child
I heard they froze, pay him ten to take his soul
Von has yo' b*tch in the O, Rio sent that load on boats
Don't think it's sweet, I'll make sure my killers will eat
Then I catch that boy on feet, dollar b*tch and she a freak
Used to be with hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n*ggas
Now I'm with some killers that be clappin' at you n*ggas
Never hung around the goofy cappin' ass n*ggas 'cause I'm a

[Chorus: Foogiano]
I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass n*gga
Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n*gga
Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that ca—