HELICOPTERS

Lyrics

[Intro] (Yung Lan on the track) [Chorus: 03 Greedo] Type of shit that shoot down helicopters Hahaha, we got hella choppers Type of shit that shoot down helicopters We got hella choppers Naw, for real, yeah, yeah Naw, for real [Verse 1: 03 Greedo] Before I was bangin' a set, I had me a strap, I had everybody a sack Before I had started to rap, I was stuck in the trap, I started out wrappin' the packs Before I was sippin' on Act', I was sippin' on Pharma, maybe I'm takin' it back Mama caught the bronchitis and now she still tippin' and after that, it was a wrap We was the first niggas bangin' and outside of us, give our respect to the 'Raq Shout out to Rovеr, that boy from the AM, before wе did tracks, we was stuck in the trap Blood or you Crip, give a fuck, where them racks? Bitch, if you wrong, take another step back Eighteen, 103, I was stuck on the rack Stuck in the cell just for traffickin' packs Play with the team, I'll be back on the mat Don't do karate, don't nothin' get back This ain't no Uzi I tat on my chin Sorry, lil' buddy, this bitch is a MAC Karrahbooo flow, Karrahbooo flow Bitch, it's a MAC K on the concrete I'ma bang this shit with my fingers, I'm thinkin' I'm Yachty I'm suited up like a draft day, all on your TV, keep it too trill like I'm DC I put a pill in my Fiji, I'm not a regular species, full of the feces Full of that, full of that shit Full of that, full of that, full of that, full of that shit She askin' questions that's stupid like, "Baby, just why do they call you the Drummer Gang?" Whole lotta somethin' that fill up a clip, whole lotta somethin' that fill up a clip [Chorus: 03 Greedo & Babyfxce E] Type of shit that shoot down helicopters We got hella choppers We got hella choppers Type of shit that shoot down helicopters Naw, for real, yeah, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 2: Babyfxce E] Huh, ridin' 'round with two switches and a drum, that's fifty a piece, huh (Hrrt, hrrt) It's only two of us, nigga, but them bitches make it feel like we deep, huh (On God) Thousand dollars for a feat', bro, I put that shit on my feet (Real shit) Caught a nigga lackin' 'bout some old shit, he must thought it was sweet (Bitch) When I get in Cali, I'm callin' 03 (Yeah), oh, you need Draco? I'm callin' OG (Yeah) Walk with the bag like I'm goin' OT, if I reach in this bag, yeah, I'm catchin' a B Bag on his head, make him beef with the street Tab on his whip, but I leave with no key Nigga done said he beefin' with me But if I don't know you, how you beefin' with me? (How?) Huh, niggas tryna get me in my old ways Ain't stuck in my old ways, still stuck with that old K Yeah, I'm still stuck with that old K Hrrt, hrrt, stuck with that old K [Chorus: 03 Greedo] We got hella choppers Type of shit that shoot down helicopters We got hella choppers We got hella choppers Naw, for real, yeah, yeah Naw, for real Type of shit that shoot down helicopters