Cdot Honcho - New Drip lyrics

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Cdot Honcho - New Drip lyrics

All new drip, I’m steppin’ out, my old b***h is stressin’ out I got a new number, them texts isn’t gettin’ out McLaren, I’m pullin’ out I s**t on the runners, I’m f**in’ they summer up (damn) This chopper hold one of one Bad b***h tatted up, usually I double up S**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 S**t I can do what I want I’m givin’ ’em lessons, I’m countin’ my blessings out I did this s**t on my own Started at Granny house, I had to make a route I got to the top alone. B***h full of silicone, I’m finna send a ho 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***h 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***h 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***h and me Finna go overseas (cash), went to the lock and g’s Drippin’ ain’t new to me (b***h), b**hes 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***a 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. All new drip, I’m steppin’ out, my old b***h is stressin’ out I got a new number, them texts isn’t gettin’ out McLaren, I’m pullin’ out I s**t on the runners, I’m f**in’ they summer up (damn) This chopper hold one of one Bad b***h tatted up, usually I double up S**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 S**t I can do what I want I’m givin’ ’em lessons, I’m countin’ my blessings out I did this s**t on my own Started at Granny house, I had to make a route I got to the top alone. 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’m monograming I put my b***h 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***h with me Hella blue benjis came in this b***h with me Smell like a zip with me I’m out of drank, I came with a fifth with me B***h tryna get friendly I’m readin’ her man, she probably gon’ dip with me Straight out the big city Probably go to Miami and get my b***h big titties n***a don’t want problems Probably tear 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 hit me, I’m floorin’, you probably won’t get with me Your b***h I am ignoring I f**ed that b***h once, lil b***h tryna get with me. All new drip, I’m steppin’ out, my old b***h is stressin’ out I got a new number, them texts isn’t gettin’ out McLaren, I’m pullin’ out I s**t on the runners, I’m f**in’ they summer up (damn) This chopper hold one of one Bad b***h tatted up, usually I double up S**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 S**t I can do what I want I’m givin’ ’em lessons, I’m countin’ my blessings out I did this s**t on my own Started at Granny house, I had to make a route (ayy) I got to the top aloneee.

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