Helicopter R3 Da Chilliman
"Helicopter" by R3 Da Chilliman, released in 2020, is a hip-hop track that explores themes of ambition, resilience, and the pursuit of success. The lyrics emphasize rising above challenges, using the metaphor of a helicopter for elevation. Unique elements include catchy hooks and energetic beats. The song resonates with listeners, inspiring motivation and confidence. #HipHop
[Intro]
Low the Great (Low the Great)
Why are you so cruel?
[Chorus]
My pops showed me a brick 'fore I knew what a brick was
My Glock got a stick, if I catch him, it's R.I.P. cuz'
He beef with me, he won't be livin' his life long
Sent a helicopter through with all of my ice on
My homie hit the pen, tatted the hood in his head
I hit a lick, scattered them racks across the bed
All this money on the ground look like Christmas
She got a man but Threezy 3 up on her wishlist
[Verse]
I breathe exotics, he gon' die smokin' cigs
Her titties little, but the chop' got double Ds
I'm ridin' 'round with top shottas, we gon' kill somethin'
Too many drugs in my body, I can't feel nothin'
I blew a dub inside of Saks, I don't regret it
I bet' not see that one car 'cause I'ma shred it
Got a baby chain, that ain't no Cuban, that's a necklace
Fifty pints is out the trap like this Texas
I was knockin' up with Yak, he on his tenth foreign whip
Two thousand for the tee 'cause it's no budget on my drip
Poured and finished my cup 'cause I might die if I sip
Then I talk that "Shoot him up" 'cause he ain't never pulled his kit
She think I'm strange 'cause I don't chase her, I chase money
Shit, it's all I ever knew
My shooter actin' to give a fuck if we in traffic
He hangin' out the roof
Walk him down, show him that you want a trophy
Was born a boss, it's VVSs in my Rollie
I'm on point 'cause they gon' kill me if they could
My block a zoo, it's all gorillas in my hood
Tats in my head, knots in my pockets
The Cuban got a big ass piece if I rock it
Got no rank but you be talkin' like the general
I drop some pape', a nigga waitin' in yo' livin' room
Low the Great (Low the Great)
Why are you so cruel?
[Chorus]
My pops showed me a brick 'fore I knew what a brick was
My Glock got a stick, if I catch him, it's R.I.P. cuz'
He beef with me, he won't be livin' his life long
Sent a helicopter through with all of my ice on
My homie hit the pen, tatted the hood in his head
I hit a lick, scattered them racks across the bed
All this money on the ground look like Christmas
She got a man but Threezy 3 up on her wishlist
[Verse]
I breathe exotics, he gon' die smokin' cigs
Her titties little, but the chop' got double Ds
I'm ridin' 'round with top shottas, we gon' kill somethin'
Too many drugs in my body, I can't feel nothin'
I blew a dub inside of Saks, I don't regret it
I bet' not see that one car 'cause I'ma shred it
Got a baby chain, that ain't no Cuban, that's a necklace
Fifty pints is out the trap like this Texas
I was knockin' up with Yak, he on his tenth foreign whip
Two thousand for the tee 'cause it's no budget on my drip
Poured and finished my cup 'cause I might die if I sip
Then I talk that "Shoot him up" 'cause he ain't never pulled his kit
She think I'm strange 'cause I don't chase her, I chase money
Shit, it's all I ever knew
My shooter actin' to give a fuck if we in traffic
He hangin' out the roof
Walk him down, show him that you want a trophy
Was born a boss, it's VVSs in my Rollie
I'm on point 'cause they gon' kill me if they could
My block a zoo, it's all gorillas in my hood
Tats in my head, knots in my pockets
The Cuban got a big ass piece if I rock it
Got no rank but you be talkin' like the general
I drop some pape', a nigga waitin' in yo' livin' room
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