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Alamo Records - Helicopters Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Double 0]
Chops on chops (Chops, chops, chops, chops, chops)
Young niggas slide, hit your block
Nigga, fuck [?][0:03]
Pull up and really get active
You ain't never walked down broad day with that chop
Slatt
(2GlocckTopp)

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
The more I got problems, the more I cop choppers
Go drop an opp, we icing the shottas
Eliantte, yeah, we icing the robbers
Think it's a joke, get rolled in the grabba
Choppers on choppers on choppеrs on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppеrs on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Turnin' up the murder rate, steamin' up the meter
Dior K, I'll summon up the reaper
Cold in the house, but I'm fuckin' with the heater
When it come to steppin', YSL be the teacher
[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
I done got my wrist on
Went and put my bitch on
Bangin' in the red zone
Out of bounds in the end zone
Gettin' to these M&Ms, we ain't playin' middle
Ho keep questionin' me, nah, you ain't riddle
Triple cross king, yeah, we fuckin' up the railroad
Rock out, bass drum, Gotit heavy metal
Crackhead popped 'em, then smoked 'em out the 'rillo
Your man got to popping, you ain't bust, you bailed on him
We had to wash 'em like laundry
I put the gang in the [?][1:05]
Don't play 'bout my life, I'm hungry
We keep the real on one hundred
Fuck the source, no remorse
Pop your gun or not, nigga, your choice (Yeah)
Big business, Rolls-Royce (Yeah)
Ridin' with me, better torch, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
The more I got problems, the more I cop choppers
Go drop an opp, we icing the shottas
Eliantte, yeah, we icing the robbers
Think it's a joke, get rolled in the grabba
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Turnin' up the murder rate, steamin' up the meter
Dior K, I'll summon up the reaper
Cold in the house, but I'm fuckin' with the heater
When it come to steppin', YSL be the teacher
[Verse 2: Lil Double 0]
Gotta get in the drop on the opps and we pop 'em
They say I got snakes in my grass and snakes on my collar
Got 7.62s, yeah, they'll knock off your shoes
Big-ass Drac' send that boy to the doctor
Big Drac' send him to the doctor, uh
Every day, walk around with a choppa
Got a team full of shotters
Nigga, pay the right price, they'll kill your father
If you walk a nigga down, bet you won't see a nigga, he broke
He ain't havin' cash, he ballin'
Put a seven-six-two out a three-nine-two, tryna spark 'em
Heat at a nigga
We got choppers for opps [?] get rid of them niggas
[?] Double O shit on a nigga
Young nigga smoke on an opp
Makin' a trend
Hit his block with the chop, we gon' spin it again
Walk on his block with two FNs
I ain't even have to call Gotit, he already spin

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
The more I got problems, the more I cop choppers
Go drop an opp, we icing the shottas
Eliantte, yeah, we icing the robbers
Think it's a joke, get rolled in the grabba
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Choppers on choppers on choppers on choppers
Turnin' up the murder rate, steamin' up the meter
Dior K, I'll summon up the reaper
Cold in the house, but I'm fuckin' with the heater
When it come to steppin', YSL be the teacher