New Drip (feat. Calico & Scendo)
Yeah
Came in this bitch with the gang
Get outta line and we buss at yo brain
2 Slatty
Ahhhhhhh
Chains on my neck and my wrist but ain't change
Came through dripping they feel it I'm giving out flav
These ain't regular lenses these Cartier frames
I bossed up foreign whips got me swerving through lanes
We smoking exotic no regular packs
I get booked for a show
And get paid through the back
All type of flavors you know we be serving
Lil bitch wanna fuck spread her legs like a curtain
Deep in her shit have her squirting
She say I'm doing the most
I hop out the Benz and I jump in the ghost
This ain't regular living coupe came off the boat
Imported ain't rent it I'm dripped in Givenchy
These niggas pressed cause my foot on they throat
Coming fresh off the farm so I feel like the goat
Got my foot on the pedal
All they see is the smoke
She feeling the fit say she digging the chains
She say that I'm arrogant stuck in my ways
I see how you moving I'm peeping yo ways
You just like the rest wanna ride on the wave
Yeah
She just wanna ride on my wave
But I just wanna run up my cake
All these niggas wanna hate everyday
I think I know why they ain't getting no cake
Don't want the molly I want that drank
I don't need the wallet got racks on me
She wanna suck me like lolli cause she see I'm paid
I be outta my body when I'm on the pink
When I get to poppin you step out ya lane
Can't wait to see Johnny to ice out the ring
I want Eliantte to ice out da gang
If I call you my slime I'm never gone change
Love counting up my blessings
Better get ready
Can't wait till my diamonds get heavy
Ya hoe gone throw it ima catch it
Yeah
Ima forgiato my wheels
Show too much love get killed
Ima still do the best while I live
Can't wait to my watch get chills
Can't wait for this shit get real
I'm tryna pay off all my mama bills
Tryna fuck on this bitch for the thrill
Make sure we get this shit here on film
Yeah
Ima cop me a whip and some rims
Millie Rock in New York in some Timb's
Niggas hate but I swear I don't see em
Tryna get my pocket's fat as hell
But you know I ain't missing no meals
I know good dope gone sell itself
So I ain't stressin no deal
In the whip on her chest ima feel
Telling me how my song's make her feel
And I pray my boy get that appeal
Every verse ima keep this shit real
Came in this bitch with the gang
Get outta line and we buss at yo brain
2 Slatty
Ahhhhhhh
Chains on my neck and my wrist but ain't change
Came through dripping they feel it I'm giving out flav
These ain't regular lenses these Cartier frames
I bossed up foreign whips got me swerving through lanes
We smoking exotic no regular packs
I get booked for a show
And get paid through the back
All type of flavors you know we be serving
Lil bitch wanna fuck spread her legs like a curtain
Deep in her shit have her squirting
She say I'm doing the most
I hop out the Benz and I jump in the ghost
This ain't regular living coupe came off the boat
Imported ain't rent it I'm dripped in Givenchy
These niggas pressed cause my foot on they throat
Coming fresh off the farm so I feel like the goat
Got my foot on the pedal
All they see is the smoke
She feeling the fit say she digging the chains
She say that I'm arrogant stuck in my ways
I see how you moving I'm peeping yo ways
You just like the rest wanna ride on the wave
Yeah
She just wanna ride on my wave
But I just wanna run up my cake
All these niggas wanna hate everyday
I think I know why they ain't getting no cake
Don't want the molly I want that drank
I don't need the wallet got racks on me
She wanna suck me like lolli cause she see I'm paid
I be outta my body when I'm on the pink
When I get to poppin you step out ya lane
Can't wait to see Johnny to ice out the ring
I want Eliantte to ice out da gang
If I call you my slime I'm never gone change
Love counting up my blessings
Better get ready
Can't wait till my diamonds get heavy
Ya hoe gone throw it ima catch it
Yeah
Ima forgiato my wheels
Show too much love get killed
Ima still do the best while I live
Can't wait to my watch get chills
Can't wait for this shit get real
I'm tryna pay off all my mama bills
Tryna fuck on this bitch for the thrill
Make sure we get this shit here on film
Yeah
Ima cop me a whip and some rims
Millie Rock in New York in some Timb's
Niggas hate but I swear I don't see em
Tryna get my pocket's fat as hell
But you know I ain't missing no meals
I know good dope gone sell itself
So I ain't stressin no deal
In the whip on her chest ima feel
Telling me how my song's make her feel
And I pray my boy get that appeal
Every verse ima keep this shit real
Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Jeffery
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