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 (damn)
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
[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 (damn)
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

[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
Hella 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 titties
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
[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 (damn)
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