New Drip lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Intro]
(Yeah) Young Drako
Soulja, you already know, n*gga
(Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) Yeah
Blood (Yeah), grrt

[Chorus]
I got that new drip
Shooter pop out with the pool stick
F&N, Draco, extended .30 and it sittin' on my hip
Thirty-five thousand for the brand new Rollie, wrist
Bust down my wrist, I flex like Wrestlemania
I just might go to take the jet to Australia
Young Drako, n*gga know I’m international
Pull up and serve a pint, know that I'm taxin' them

[Verse 1]
Hop in Bugatti, push it to the maximum
Young Drako, n*gga I’m drippin' blood just like Dracula
In the kitchen, in the trap with a spatula
Whippin' up dope, it's looking spectacular
b*tch in London fell in love with vernacular
Count a hundred fifty K, smoking dope, watching cameras
I'm sippin' codeine and smoking on cannabis
Jump on a private jet and now I'm trappin'
[Chorus]
I got that new drip
Shooter pop out with the pool stick
FNN, Draco, extended .30 and it sittin’ on my hip
Thirty-five thousand for the brand new Rollie, wrist
Bust down my wrist, I flex like Wrestlemania
I just might go to take the jet to Australia
Young Drako, n*gga know I’m international
Pull up and serve a pint, know that I'm taxin’ them

[Verse 2]
Balenci' my feet, I put it together
Young Drako, n*gga I trap any weather
He made the wrong move, you already know I'ma kill him
Slide in that Bentley, they think I'm drug dealing
Young Drako, n*gga you know I’m that n*gga
I pop out the cut with my finger on triggers
Flex on that n*gga, I made a quarter million
Slide through the city, a matte black Bentley
Black Murci' like Batman
Stand in the kitchen, I beat up the pack, man
Young Drako, n*gga I trap with a strap, man
Pinky ring sittin' on my wrist cost a black Jag'
n*gga, we drop them bombs just like Baghdad (Boom!)
We shootin' first, n*gga no we don't clap back
Walk in the VIP, broke n*gga back-back
I got a hundred and fifty thousand in my backpack
Smoking on backwoods, rolling up dope, serving good crack
Serving the junkies and f*cking the hoodrats
Come to your zone and you know the way I took that
n*gga fell off, ain't shoot back
Eliantte got me shining for real
Run up on Drako, get popped like a pill
Make the wrong move, boy this sh*t could get real
I went and dropped a ticket on my ear
Pour up a pint, I'm sippin' lean not beer
Pull up on plug, then I disappear
VVS diamond, they looking so clear
Bust down my Rollie, it's looking like burr
A hundred fifty thousand Richard Mille
Zone 1 was signing apartments and trap with the steel
I cannot stop 'til I get a billion
Stupid ass mansion with racks to the ceiling
[Chorus]
I got that new drip
Shooter pop out with the pool stick
FNN, Draco, extended .30 and it sittin' on my hip
Thirty-five thousand for the brand new Rollie, wrist
Bust down my wrist, I flex like Wrestlemania
I just might go to take the jet to Australia
Young Drako, n*gga know I'm international
Pull up and serve a pint, know that I'm taxin' them
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