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cdot honcho – new drip lyrics

[intro]
honcho honcho honcho

[chorus]
new drip, i’m steppin’ out, my old b-tch is stressin’ out
i got a new number, them texts isn’t gettin’ out
mclaren, i’m pullin’ out
i sh-t on the runners, i’m f-ckin’ they summer up (d-mn)
this chopper hold one of one
bad b-tch tatted up, usually i double up
sh-t, we could go one on one, she know i am one of one
she wanna lie to me, but she don’t get what she want
i count a lot of cheese, i smoke a lot of weed
sh-t i can do what i want
i’m givin’ ’em lessons out, i’m countin’ my blessings out
i did this sh-t on my own
started at granny house, i had to make a route (ayy)
i got to the top alone (ayy)

[verse 1]
b-tch full of silicone, i’m finna send her home
coupe color honeycomb
plus that i’m on the blow, i’m in another zone
i ball like i break a zone
next year forbes list, mister ignore b-tch
i make her break a four, got pounds on the forklift
you try to lift and roll, you probably break a bone
fo’nem had it on face, lil b-tch is a different race
they from another place, feed save human race
fo’nem, they goin’ ape, uber to heaven gates
catch me at louis v, it’s just my b-tch and me
finna go overseas (cash), went to the lock and g’s
drippin’ ain’t new to me (b-tch), b-tches they choosin’ me
police they losin’ me, askin’ me drive it slow
i can drive how i want
knowin’ they mad at me, this the car that they want
i smoke it all like a bowl
young n-gga did it, came up from the bottom though
coupe with a model ho, chest like a bottle though
hundred my auto though, pull up, catch all of those
honcho, honcho

[verse 2]
ayy, the e-way, i terrorize it
doin’ the dash, leavin’ smoke, they can’t see what happened
your life, you be jeopardizing
fo’nem might pull up, pull off like it never happened
in louis i might of grabbed it
i put my b-tch in it too, she’s so into fashion
i really ain’t into cappin’
fo’nem gon’ pull up in this instant, they insta-fanning
gang in this b-tch with me
h-lla blue benjis came in this b-tch with me
smell like a zip with me
i’m out of drank, i came with a fifth with me
b-tch tryna get friendly
i’m readin’ her mind, she probably gon’ dip with me
straight out the big city
probably go to miami and get my b-tch big t-tties
n-gga don’t want problems
probably tie up your mama until you come get with me
just left out of saint lauren
i spent an abundance, the clerk tryna get with me
this coupe like it’s rick owens
they hemme, i’m floorin’, you probably won’t get with me
your b-tch i am ignoring
i f-cked that b-tch once, lil b-tch tryna get with me

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