[Intro: 70th Street Carlos & Sauce Walka]
Mister bang bang, I tote the Glock (Drip, bang)
N***a 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***a 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 n***a flavor, get out a n***a 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 n***as, they should pay me for this shit
I just got off the phone with Sauce, you know Sauce, that's my n***a
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***a, you a bitch, and I ain't stutter (No stutter)
Your homegirl too, so n***a, you really got a ho for a brother (Hey)
I scoot up in Masi', these n***as 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 bitch on Donald Trump before I get in trouble (Drip)
I could catch a bitch if my fingers had arthritis (Drip)
I could knock a bitch that's engaged, newly united (Pimp)
Make a bitch go burn your ring like she ain't like it
Then have the bitch 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 bitch ugly and I heard she had three toes
N***as swear they rap stars but they ain't done three shows
N***as say they trap stars but they ain't bought three hoes
N***as out here broke as Shaq's free throw
N***a, you a bitch, you only seein' outside through a peephole
I be puttin' lean in my cereal, codeine-O
Ever since I broke a bitch, I stoped sellin' Ninos
N***as' cars still gettin' repoed
Boy, you ain't a stepper, you just out here tap dancing like a geek ho