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soulja boy tell 'em - new drip lyrics

[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 k!ll 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 -ss mansion with racks to the ceiling

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