Helicopter

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's how you do it, CMO)
Uh, uh
Gang (That's on God)
Yeah, uh

[Verse]
I get surgical with that fire (Surgical), I'm a fuckin' doctor (I'm a fuckin' doctor, aight, come on)
Uh, think he seen track of that fire (Fire), when he felt that choppa (Can't go nowhere, aight, come on)
Yeah, forty shots out the 7.62 (Bah, bah), sound like a helicopter (Phew)
Uh, walk him down, just me and Zoo (Bah, Zoo), bullets gon' hit his guts (Bullets gon' hit his guts, his head)
Yeah, nigga got racks, I'ma make him strip like a fuckin' sick box (He strip, strip, strip, aight, co—)
Uh, he seen two choppers in his face (Two chops), nigga done shitted in his boxers (Shitted in his boxers)
Uh, know that Drac' got kick, use both hands (Bah, bah), you better shoot it with caution (Frrt, shoot it with caution, come on)
Hе got hit (Hit), tried to play dead (Dead), fuck nigga look likе a faucet (Fuck nigga look like a faucet)
Uh, expensive fit (Cool), bitch, I mix the Rick with Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Uh, catch an opp (Six), I don't run, GetRich placed with doctors (Doctors)
Only time I run when I see charges
Clutchin' my fire, but I'm duckin' these charges
My BM mad, she callin' my phone, she think she blocked, but I ain't even charge it (Come on)
I be scared to give lil' bro Glock with a switch (Frrt), he gon' go retarded (Yeah)
He gon' hop inside that V (What else? Phew) and paint the city just like an artist (Let's go)
Yeah, they sayin' GetRich spinned the block, nah, I'm a rapper, I'm just an artist (Shh)
Yeah, sign me a deal, go get me a Rollie, fuck 'round, buy ten flipped cards
Uh, thick lil' bitch, think she come from Houston, she sip drank, she don't sip Bacardi (Uh, uh)
Better not let in 556 with the 5.56 (Frrt), he gon' shoot up the party
Yeah, shoot at that gang (Gang), but a lot of y'all homies (Yeah, go)
We gettin' shit in behind the counter (Gang)
Look at that chopper in the air section (Bah, bah), I'd be a fool if I step out without it (Uh)
Flip don't wan' come in the show (Flip), he in the parkin' lot, he tryna step on somebody (Step)
My nigga Meer be smokin' they bro and they bitch ass still ain't do nothin' about it (Ayy, uh, aight, come on)
I love the money, get hard when I count (Uh)
'Cause I'm gettin' that pape', nigga need an accountant (Need an accountant)
Broad day with that K (Bah), walk him down that Drac' (Bah), he was lookin' at his phone smilin' (Haha)
Nigga, I don't pay nobody for bodies, I hop in that car and go slide (Hop in that car and go touch shit)
Yeah, tat' that shit on the side my face, you know I'm a 2S' goblin (2SG)

[Outro]
Mm-mm, mm, yeah
Aight, put 'em in, man, let me do some more and time right