Drip On 70th Street lyrics

[Intro: 70th Street Carlos & Sauce Walka]
Mister bang bang, I tote the Glock (Drip, bang)
n*gga 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
n*gga play, he gettin' popped (Hey, ooh-wee)
Bang, look (70)
Loaded, yeah (sh*t)

[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 di*k
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 b*tches with some meat, call 'em thick
I don't f*ck with him, why? 'Cause he counterfeit
How I come fresh, from my teeth to my kicks
All in a n*gga flavor, get out a n*gga mix
Got a b*tch that look foreign, but she ain't, she just mixed
Fine but her teeth ugly, I'ma get them b*tches fixed
Got a team full of shooters, b*tch, don't make me send a blitz
How I be sh*ttin' on these n*ggas, they should pay me for this sh*t
I just got off the phone with Sauce, you know Sauce, that's my n*gga
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
[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
You know I'm slidin' with them cutters (Them cutters)
Two AR's and a Glock, call 'em Ed, Edd, and Eddy, brothers (Them brothers)
n*gga, you a b*tch, and I ain't stutter (No stutter)
Your homegirl too, so n*gga, you really got a ho for a brother (Hey)
I scoot up in Masi', these n*ggas ridin' in Chevys (Ooh-wee)
Lil' buddy think he drippin', wait, he ain't even a puddle
My hoes is white or mixed, I only deal with bread and butter
I'll send a b*tch on Donald Trump before I get in trouble (Drip)
I could catch a b*tch if my fingers had arthritis (Drip)
I could knock a b*tch that's engaged, newly united (Pimp)
Make a b*tch go burn your ring like she ain't like it
Then have the b*tch in Miami on scooters buyin' me Nikes
Off-White, you know it's a difference from a boss right?
You ever been to Ikea? Well, that's what my house like
Three floors, way before rappin' I had three hoes
Boy, your b*tch ugly and I heard she had three toes
n*ggas swear they rap stars but they ain't done three shows
n*ggas say they trap stars but they ain't bought three hoes
n*ggas out here broke as Shaq's free throw
n*gga, you a b*tch, you only seein' outside through a peephole
I be puttin' lean in my cereal, codeine-O
Ever since I broke a b*tch, I stoped sellin' Ninos
n*ggas' cars still gettin' repoed
Boy, you ain't a stepper, you just out here tap dancing like a geek ho