New Drip Lyrics - 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, nigga know I'm international 

Pull up and serve a pint, know that I'm taxin' them 

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[Verse 1] 

Hop in Bugatti, push it to the maximum 

Young Drako, nigga 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, nigga know I'm international 

Pull up and serve a pint, know that I'm taxin' them 

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[Verse 2] 

Balenci' my feet, I put it together 

Young Drako, nigga 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, nigga you know I'm that nigga 

I pop out the cut with my finger on triggers 

Flex on that nigga, 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, nigga 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, nigga no we don't clap back 

Walk in the VIP, broke nigga 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 fucking 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, nigga know I'm international 

Pull up and serve a pint, know that I'm taxin' them