New Drip by Bknott Lyrics
New chain
New fit
New drip
Same gang
New wrist
New bitch
New chain
New fit
New drip
Same gang
New wrist
New bitch
Never had to prove that I need minutes
Player turned to coach, I’m Derek Fisher
Almost caught a charge but I didn’t
White bitch on my arm, like Brooklinen
Pull up on a nikka like Klay
I go hard no brakes
And I’m well connected like the interstates
Throw the hands like Tekken if you feel a way
Phases with my women like they condiments
Always in good faith like I was Protestant
Problems with commitment since my momma left
This my callin’
Money all in
If it ain’t up to me
I don’t want it
If we ain’t talkin green
You could pause it
My nikkas from the streets
We don’t gossip
End up in the dirt
Or a dog pen
So I shoot my shot
Like the Rockets
New chain
New fit
New drip
Same gang
New wrist
New bitch
New chain
New fit
New drip
Same gang
New wrist
New bitch
I remember them days as a sperm
Chasing that egg and getting that Omlet
I thought I had I died
I hid in a tomb
I had a rebirth
Like a cocoon ugh
But I was stuck in a womb
At first it was cool
Then I get I got big
I needed more room
Hatching out
Lashing out
28 Large amounts ugh
I shit on the world and lower my pants
I'm washing my hands in the all of the oceans
I follow the notions
With gas from the stars
I use as some lotion
I'm stuck in the jungle
My life is jumanji
I'm jumping no bungie
I'm cutting the cord
A piece of my mind you can never afford
I'm buying a Bentley not buying a Ford
New chain
New fit
New drip
Same gang
New wrist
New bitch
New chain
New fit
New drip
Same gang
New wrist
New bitch
New fit
New drip
Same gang
New wrist
New bitch
New chain
New fit
New drip
Same gang
New wrist
New bitch
Never had to prove that I need minutes
Player turned to coach, I’m Derek Fisher
Almost caught a charge but I didn’t
White bitch on my arm, like Brooklinen
Pull up on a nikka like Klay
I go hard no brakes
And I’m well connected like the interstates
Throw the hands like Tekken if you feel a way
Phases with my women like they condiments
Always in good faith like I was Protestant
Problems with commitment since my momma left
This my callin’
Money all in
If it ain’t up to me
I don’t want it
If we ain’t talkin green
You could pause it
My nikkas from the streets
We don’t gossip
End up in the dirt
Or a dog pen
So I shoot my shot
Like the Rockets
New chain
New fit
New drip
Same gang
New wrist
New bitch
New chain
New fit
New drip
Same gang
New wrist
New bitch
I remember them days as a sperm
Chasing that egg and getting that Omlet
I thought I had I died
I hid in a tomb
I had a rebirth
Like a cocoon ugh
But I was stuck in a womb
At first it was cool
Then I get I got big
I needed more room
Hatching out
Lashing out
28 Large amounts ugh
I shit on the world and lower my pants
I'm washing my hands in the all of the oceans
I follow the notions
With gas from the stars
I use as some lotion
I'm stuck in the jungle
My life is jumanji
I'm jumping no bungie
I'm cutting the cord
A piece of my mind you can never afford
I'm buying a Bentley not buying a Ford
New chain
New fit
New drip
Same gang
New wrist
New bitch
New chain
New fit
New drip
Same gang
New wrist
New bitch