Letra New Drip - Soulja Boy
[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 might just go to take the jet to Australia
Young Drako, ni*** 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, ni*** I?m drippin? blood just like Dracula
In the kitchen, in the trap with a spatula
Whippin? up dope, it?s looking spectacular
Bitch in London fell in love with (?)
Count a hundred fifty K, smoking dope, watching cameras
I?m sippin? codeine and smoking on cannabis
Jump on a private jet and (?)
[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 might just go to take the jet to Australia
Young Drako, ni*** 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, ni*** I trap any weather
He made the wrong move, you already know I?ma kill him
Slide in that Bentley, they think drug dealing
Young Drako, ni*** you know I?m that ni***
I pop out the cut with my finger on triggers
Flex on that ni***, I made a quarter million
Slide through the city, a matte black Bentley
Black (?) like Batman
Stand in the kitchen, I beat up the pack, man
Young Drako, ni*** I trap with a strap, man
Pinky ring sittin? on my wrist cost a black Jag?
Nigga, we drop them bombs just like Baghdad (Boom!)
We shootin? first, ni*** no we don?t clap back
Walk in the VIP, broke ni*** 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 fuc*** the hoodrats
(?), you know that I took that
Nigga fell off, ain?t (?)
Eliante got me shining for real
Run up on Drako, get popped like a pill
Make the wrong move, boy this shit 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 might just go to take the jet to Australia
Young Drako, ni*** know I?m international
Pull up and serve a pint, know that I?m taxin? them