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03 greedo - helicopters lyrics

[intro]
(yung lan on the track)

[chorus: 03 greedo]
type of sh+t that shoot down helicopters
hahaha, we got h+lla choppers
type of sh+t that shoot down helicopters
we got h+lla 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 n+ggas 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 f+ck, where them racks?
b+tch, 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 b+tch is a mac
karrahbooo flow, karrahbooo flow
b+tch, it’s a mac
k on the concrete
i’ma bang this sh+t 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 sh+t
full of that, full of that, full of that, full of that sh+t
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 sh+t that shoot down helicopters
we got h+lla choppers
we got h+lla choppers
type of sh+t 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, n+gga, but them b+tches make it feel like we deep, huh (on god)
thousand dollars for a feat’, bro, i put that sh+t on my feet (real sh+t)
caught a n+gga lackin’ ’bout some old sh+t, he must thought it was sweet (b+tch)
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
n+gga done said he beefin’ with me
but if i don’t know you, how you beefin’ with me? (how?)
huh, n+ggas 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 h+lla choppers
type of sh+t that shoot down helicopters
we got h+lla choppers
we got h+lla choppers
naw, for real, yeah, yeah
naw, for real
type of sh+t that shoot down helicopters

- 03 greedo lyrics

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