[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 n***as 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, n***a, 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 n***a 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
N***a done said he beefin' with me
But if I don't know you, how you beefin' with me? (How?)
Huh, n***as 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