New Drip Remix (ft. Soulja Boy)

New Drip Remix
Yhi,
World Star, Young Drako
(Hia, hia)
Soulja, Pirámide Roja Babe
¿U are ready now ni***?
(Bah!)
La Connect
(Bah, Pla! Pla, Pla!)
Yeah!
Da' Mista
Háblame Soulja
Verso l (Da' Mista)
Verse l (Da' Mista)

Pirámide roja bebe con to’ los paper legales e ilegales,
Nunca señalo, odio sordo, porque me encinta que me señalen
Hay drip para regalar y hasta pal' que le dí le sobre y también lo regale,
Los Ángeles están llorando pa que to’ los diablos salgan y nunca la jalen.
Oye mi babe, cojala suave, quene'sa pu*** 2 bichos no caben,
Y si ya no sirve esconder en caleta qué cojan los papers y entonces lo laven,
Que'n Medellín estamo’ hijeputa en to' los putchline y el mundo lo sabe,
Tenemos el level en high, Buchanans na’ ma’, estamo’ en mode Black label.
Coro l (Soula Boy, Da' Mista)
Chorus l (Soulja Boy, Da' Mista)
I got that new drip
(Piramide Roja es lo que hay)
Shooter pop out with the pool stick
(Amén)
FNN, Draco, extended 30 and it sittin’ on my hip
(Skrt, Skrt)
(Ha ha, ha ha)
Thirty-five thousand for the brand new Rollie, wrist
(Uh)
Bust down my wrist, I flex like Wrestlemania
(Pirámide Roja es lo que hay, Jajajaja)
I just might go to take the jet to Australia
Young Drako, ni*** know I’m international
Pull up and serve a pint, know that I'm taxin’ them

Verso ll (Soulja Boy)
Verse ll (Soulja Boy)
Balenci' my feet, I put it together
Young Drako, ni*** I trap any weather
He made the wrong move, you already know I'ma kill him
Slide in that Bentley, they think I'm drug dealing
Young Drako, ni*** you know I’m that ni***
I pop out the cut with my finger on triggers
Flex on that ni***, I made a quarter million
Slide through the city, a matte black Bentley
Black Murci' like Batman
Stand in the kitchen, I beat up the pack, man
Young Drako, ni*** 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, ni*** no we don't clap back
Walk in the VIP, broke ni*** 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 fuc*** the hoodrats
Come to your zone and you know the way I took that
Nigga fell off, ain't shoot back
Eliantte 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
Coro ll (Soula Boy, Da' Mista)
Chorus ll (Soulja Boy, Da' Mista)
I got that new drip
(Piramide Roja es lo que hay)
Shooter pop out with the pool stick
(Amén)
FNN, Draco, extended 30 and it sittin’ on my hip
(Skrt, Skrt)
(Ha ha, ha ha)
Thirty-five thousand for the brand new Rollie, wrist
(Uh)
Bust down my wrist, I flex like Wrestlemania
(Pirámide Roja es lo que hay, Jajajaja)
I just might go to take the jet to Australia
Young Drako, ni*** know I’m international
Pull up and serve a pint, know that I'm taxin’ them.