Drip On 70th Street 70th Street Carlos (Ft. Sauce Walka)

[Intro: 70th Street Carlos & Sauce Walka]
Mister bang bang, I tote the Glock (Drip, bang)
Nigga play, he gettin' popped, I got more cutters than a chef (Drip, bang)
And you know I got that Glock(Bang)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Nigga play, he gettin' popped (Hey, ooh-wee)
Bang, look (70)
Loaded, yeah (Shit)

[Verse 1: 70th Street Carlos]
All this ice on me, got me feelin' like Saint Nick
I don't tell all my business, I just give them hoes that dick
All in your tree with the Glock, you know I got that stick
And my pockets full of money, pockets fat just like Rick
I like my bitches with some meat, call 'em thick
I don't fuck with him, why? 'Cause he counterfeit
How I come fresh, from my teeth to my kicks
All in a nigga flavor, get out a nigga mix
Got a bitch that look foreign, but she ain't, she just mixed
Fine but her teeth ugly, I'ma get them bitches fixed
Got a team full of shooters, bitch, don't make me send a blitz
How I be shittin' on these niggas, they should pay me for this shit
I just got off the phone with Sauce, you know Sauce, that's my nigga
In the studio smokin' Backwoods full of that killer
Big booty hoe, and that ass soft just like a pillow
Take her to the room and I'ma hit her