GetRichZay - Helicopter lyrics

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

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)

Mm-mm, mm, yeah
Aight, put 'em in, man
Let me do some more and time right