Memo600
Pistol Tottin
[Intro: Foogiano]
Huh? Ayy, So Icy, n***a (It's Koncept P, the beat knockin')
Clutch (Icy, Icy)
Real zaza, n***a
Huh? Huh? (Ho)

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

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

[Verse 2: Memo600]
Fuck security, I walk 'round with my ahchoo on me
With all my jewelry, told that boy good luck you shoot at me
These n***as new to me, Memo Six-O on this Foogi' beat
That bitch go blaow, never sold drugs, don't know how
Run up on me, .40 cal', pussy, better duck yo' child
I heard they froze, pay him ten to take his soul
Von has yo' bitch 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 bitch and she a freak
Used to be with hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass n***as
Now I'm with some killers that be clappin' at you n***as
Never hung around the goofy cappin' ass n***as 'cause I'm a

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